A template of complaints about the state of confusion

A template of complaints about the state of confusion
About the relation to this mass delusion
A common mistake
Filed and forgotten
Like my name – I like my name
But everything now is just rotten

Evening news a marathon of misfortune
The paper headlines
I don’t want to read no more
The headlines bleed
With Mother Nature’s contempt
Who could blame her
No god left for me
No more headlines please

And turn the corner
Just to watch the flag draped coffin
The mourners
A mother and widow
Two kids and car payments
A mortgage
Who’s gonna take up all this tape
Surely they’ll come after it
Surely I can hear the knockin’
Don’t answer the phone
Don’t answer the door
It’s the bank

A template of complaints about the state of confusion
About the relation to this mass delusion
A common mistake
Filed and forgotten
Like my name – I like my name
But everything now is just rotten

And you don’t bring me flowers
You don’t bring me good times
You don’t bring me drugs
Now when I need to get high
And you only got can goods
And moldy bread
There is no more cheddar
No more beds for the little one’s head
No more security
No more rules to bend
We’re livin’ in a society
And we’ve been misled
The old are dying of starvation
The kids are starving for knowledge
My governments filled with artful dodgers
Maybe I’ll just move to Berlin
Make a record like lodger
Get sidetracked and then start again

A template of complaints about the state of confusion
About the relation to this mass delusion
A common mistake
Filed and forgotten
Like my name – I like my name
But everything now is just rotten