FUEL
4:01
- they were digging a new foundation in manhattan
- and they discovered a slave cemetery there
- may their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon
- we've moved on to the electric chair
- and i wonder who's gonna be president
- tweedle dumb or tweedle dumber?
- and who's gonna have the big
- block buster box office
- this summer
- how 'bout we put a wall
- between the houses and the highway
- and then you can go your way
- and i can go my way
- except all the radios agree with all the t.v.'s
- and all the magazines agree with all the radios
- and i keep hearing that same damn song
- everywhere i go
- maybe i should put a bucket over my head
- and a marshmallow in each ear
- and stumble around for another dumb numb week
- for another hum drum hit song to appear
- people use to make records
- as in the record of an event
- the even of people
- playing music in a room
- now everything is cross-marketing
- it's about sunglasses and shoes
- or guns and drugs
- you choose
- we got it rehashed
- we got it half-assed
- we're digging up all the graves
- and we're spitting on the past
- and we can chose between the colors
- of the lipstick on the whores
- cause we know the difference
- between the font of twenty percent more
- and the font of teriyaki
- you tell me
- how does it make you feel?
- you tell me what's real
- they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
- even when they're dry as my lips for years
- even when they're stranded on a small desert island
- with no place in two thousand miles to buy beer
- and i wonder is he different
- has he changed
- what he's about
- or is he just a liar
- with nothing to lie about
- am i headed for the same brick wall
- is there anything i can do
- about anything at all
- except go back to that corner in manhattan
- and dig deeper
- dig deeper this time
- down beneath the impossible pain of our history
- beneath unknown bones
- beneath the bedrock of the mystery
- beneath the sewage system and the path train
- beneath the cobblestones and the water main
- beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
- beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
- beneath everything i can think of to think about
- beneath it all
- beneath all get out
- beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the curel
- there's a fire that's just waiting for fuel