pay me back in nickels
and i'll pay you back in hell
i may be a child of God
but i am not much else
you say you've gotten used to
the pain of doing less
well if thats the case don't tell me
there's little worse to confess
"i was just a child then
now im only a man"
ive got some silly issues
and not much more than that
ill use the broken dishes
ill stride along the wire
but your absurd celebrity
is more than i desire
kick in the television
torch market-line magazines
making kings of fools
and a fool out of me
pass me all your glitches
i'll wash them to the seas
we will live like asses
kissing up to machines
