I dont know
what they're gonna think of next
genetic engineers of the most high tech
A couple new ways
to fall into debt
I'm a nervous wreck but I'll bet
that that T.V. set
tells us what we've wanted to hear
But none of these sound bites
are coming in clear
From the third world to the corporate ear
we are the symphony of modern humanity.
Say how's the weather so I look out the window
To brighten my soul but I can't control the rain
That keeps falling
Smile on the outside that never comes in
A comedy mystery irony tragedy
So I scream "let the show begin"
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