v.1. People’s lives have stopped.
Sit and watch the rubbish night after night.
Set the alarm before they turn off the sight.
Truth and Justice the American way,
Perfect woman any time of day,
Dial a daydream is here to stay.
Nothing’s just wrong or right.
So why the hell should I sing you my songs tonight?

v.2. We’ve vandalized the land.
Now we’re stuck with salination and drought,
And on the news the farmers falling about.
They blame the weather not themselves for their loss,
But their ridiculous methods are sus,
The country needs more than gestures from us,
We’ve got to show, not tell what’s wrong.
So why the hell should I sit here singing you songs?
(I’ll tell ya)

Chorus 1:
Songs can give me hope. Make me laugh and cry.
Songs help me perceive when I wonder why.
So if you’ve got the time, I’ll sing you some of mine.
I call them loving songs. Most of the time.

v.3. People on the screen
They have their serial nmumbers and such,
To get us used to it without thinking much.
Buy that product. Behave in this way.
Pretend the underdogs might have a say.
Play some war games with me today.
Kill everyone who’s “wrong”(like King or Lennon).
So why the hell should I sit here singing you songs? (I’ll tyell ya)

Chorus 2:
Songs can give me hope, when there’s none to find.
Songs can help me cope with what’s on my mind.
So if you’ve got the time I’ll sing you some of mine.
I mean them lovingly . . . most of the time. Most of the time!

Break
v.4. The happy endings come.
The means to the endings float through my brain.
They keep me programmed, but don’t keep me sane.
I have to learn for myself if I can,
Not just get bullshit from the big Macho Man,
In all the panic I’ll stay calm if I can.
The world is all chains and locks.
We need the songs that are alternate building blocks.
Chorus 2: repeat last line