Here i go against the grain,
It's time to yet again complain
And make some noise
Make some noise
We've got all our sciences, making our appilances
To dull the pain
It's novacain for the soul
For the soul
Hollywood, pop cultures best,
You do no good you vultures nest,
And i want out!! I WANT OUT
It's gambling now, the more you wait
And think that you can have your Kate and Edith too
And so to lose your own soul
Your own soul
I'll call your Bluff, I've had enough
Oh-No, Ho-Jo!
So is it fantasy or is it reality TV?
So here's your world condoned
You get the chisel, I'll get the stone
Know that with each path i take, we become the choices that we make
It's true, and so do you
Forbear to keep obstinate will, and to choose to wait until the dream dissolves
And we're absolved from our guilt, from our guilt
I'll call your Bluff, I've had enough
Oh-No, Ho-Jo!
So is it fantasy or is it reality TV?
So here's your world condoned
You get the chisel, I'll get the stone
So numbed, to fate resigned, and in your grave you'll lie