Not enough drugs, not enough dance Not enough angst or anti-mainstream stance A hopeless romantic doesn’t stand a chance Where do I fit...

Well you came here for a year Now baby that’s a fine thing You wanna make it meaningful So you’re doing all the right things Well I got...

Stay cool / When you know that the world’s gonna end the next day / And it clamps down all around you and you don’t know what to say.

A rare political song from this nonpolitical songwriter.

It’s so damn sick, I tell you Sick sick sick.

Abolitionism Ismism / Pre-Emptivism Disasterism

Fiddling and diddling while the country burns and rots / The same old leopards run the show and they can’t change their spots.

but instead of reaching out their hands / and agreeing to live on the land / together as neighbors in perfect faith and trust ...

Well take a step back / And see how pathetic you are / Bending over so far backward / Till you snap like a tree in the wind

You sitting up there in your ivory tower / How you gonna know that it’s your final hour / When are, when are you gonna come down.