with a three piece suit
and the milage in my boots
you whisper into my ear
what to say
what you got to say?

all for yourself, but i'm all by myself
sittin with this cigarette and a vignette
marionette, who are
you fooling anyway?

not you or me or the rivers or seas
there's no way to confirm
or be weary of the fury
from the ashes of your
eyebrows frownin down
on the way i live!

and i'll be stuck here forever
living in the ghost of your song

and i'll be stuck here forever
we're moving on
we're moving on

the letters all said the same
that absurdity is the only way
through the eye of the needle
and a pound
of cheap cocaine

the vain ones say, seem to spray their
hate through
all the bottoms of their
shoes and the policies they move
across your senator's
DESK!

and i'm so sick and tired of the
whining and sensless fighting
with millions of mirrors portaying
her billiions with her cheap make up
and a trendy beret

were her reflections
of hominids on a better day
where the levies all hold
and the saints
have their say
besides what the hell are we here for anyway
no one even knows!

and i'll be stuck here forever
living in the ghost of your song

and i'll be stuck here forever
we're moving on
we're moving on

the comfort of TV
the comfort TV
the comfort of TV
the comfort of TV