The angel cries you bastard!
As we analyze the accent
So look out, you rocknrollers
Over forty million served
And thats a record for the master
It stood forever after
So are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all, of all the drugs were lacing
With common sense and courtesy
And other things we thought would be the end of us
But now they wont allow us our intentions
Oh the mother of invention
Its her pleasure to repeat with feeling:
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine were taking?
Somewhere in the system
Theres an open ended list
Of all the lies we tell
Unblinking, thinking
What could we be living?
Is it life
Or is it even in the realm of possibility?
You see it when youre missing
Who you came to see, is this thing
Even on and on and on?
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine were taking?