I am oh-so fascinated
I am oh-so entertained
Standing here like a comedian I repeat what I say again and again and again, until the meaning has become an imitation of itself.
An impression of an original defeats the purpose.
I don't know where this is going, but it's looking more and more like the same place that we started.
Oh good god!
Holy Shit!
The joke's on us, not on them!
Just kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen.
Everybody's watching the lead singer in the band.
The guitars exploding to a drum beat that's driving.
It's pretty fucking boring, don't you think?
Of all the things we'd ask. All the ways we'd like for it to be.
They're just drunken conversations,
Song lyrics sung at the top of our lungs so desperately.
Like, I believe in a power that is of and by the people.
I believe in an art that cannot be compromised.
I believe that all will endure and all will overcome.
And I will sing it til I no longer remember the reason.
What was the reason?