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Serpentine

Album: Evolve Durasi: 5:50

Pavlov hits me with more bad news

Every time I answer the phone

So I, I play and I sing and I just let it ring

All day when I'm at home

A defacto choice of macro or microcosmic melancholy

But baby, anyway you slice it

I'm thinkin' I could just as soon use the time alone

Yes, the goons have gone global

And the CEO's are shredding files

And the democrins and the republicrats

Are flashing their toothy smiles

And uncle Tom is posing for a photo op with the oval office clan

And uncle Sam is rigging cockfights in the promised land

And that knife you stuck in my back is still there

It pinches a little when I sigh and moan

And these days I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone

'Cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion

And the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a question

I mean, causation by definition

Is such a complex compilation of factors

That to even try to say why is to oversimplifly

But that's a far cry, isn't it dear?

From acting like you're the only one there

Unrepentantly self-centered and unfair

Enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop

Exit Mr. Eye contact who took his flirt and flew the coop

But whatever, no matter

No fishin' trips, no fishin'

'Cause mamma's officially out of commission

And did I mention in there

Did I mention somewhere in there

That I traded Babe Ruth?

Yes, I traded the only player that was bigger than the game

And I can't even tell you why 'cause you'd think I'm insane

And that's the truth

And the music industry mafia is pimping girl power

Sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers

And hip hop is tied up in the back room

With a logo stuffed in its mouth

'Cause the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house

But then I'm getting away from myself

As I get closer and closer to home

And the difference between you and me, baby

Is I get fucked up when I'm alone

And I must admit, today my-my inner pessimist

Seems to have got the best of me

We start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny

And we memorize all the president's names like little trained monkeys

And we're spit into the world so many spinny-eyed TV junkies

Incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery

Preemptively pacified with history book history

And I've been around the world now and I can see this about America

The mind control is steep here, man

The myopia is deep here

And behold those that try to expose the reality

Who really, who really try to realize democracy

Are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets

While the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet

Behind a wall, behind a moat

And that is all, that's all, that's oh-oh

That's all she wrote

As my heart beats an s-s-s, o-o-o, s-s-s

'Cause folks just really couldn't care, care, care less, less, less

As long as every day is Super-bowl Sunday

And larger than life women in lingerie

Are pouting at us from every bus stop

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

And, "Big government should not stand between a man and his money"

I mean, "What's good for business is good for the country"

Our children still take that lie like communion

The same old line the confederacy used on the union

Conjugate liberty into libertarian

And medicate it, associate it with deregulation, privatization

We won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation

Somebody say hallelujah

Somebody say damnation

'Cause the profit system follows the path of least resistance

And the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked

Makes it serpentine, capitalism is the devil

Is the devil's wet dream

So just give me my Judy Garland drugs and let me get back to work

'Cause the Empire State Building is the tallest building in New York

And, and I always got the feeling you just liked to hear it fall

Off your tongue

But I remember my name

In your mouth

And I don't think I was done

Hearing it close to my ear on a whisper's way to a moan

But Pavlov hits me with more bad news

Every time I answer the phone

So I play and I sing and I just let it ring

All day when I'm at home

A defacto choice of macro or microcosmic melancholy

But baby, any way you slice it

I'm thinkin' I could just as soon use the time alone