What You Own

Well, I guess I'm off to sell my soul Mark Cohen for Buzzline, coming up Devil-worshipping welfare queens are coming to take your jobs Oh, my God Don't breathe too deep Don't think all day Dive into work Drive the other way That drip of hurt That pint of shame Goes away, just play the game You're living in America At the end of the millennium You're living in America Leave your conscience at the tone And when you're living in America At the end of the millennium You're what you own The filmmaker cannot see And the songwriter cannot hear And I see Mimi everywhere Angel's voices is in my ear Just tighten those shoulders Just clench your jaw 'til you frown Just don't let go Or you may drown You're living in America At the end of the millennium You're living in America Where it's like the Twilight Zone And when you're living in America At the end of the millennium You're what you own So I own not a notion I escape and then they content I don't own emotion, I rent What was it about that night? (What was it about that night?) Connection in an isolating age For once the shadows gave way to light For once I didn't disengage Angel, I hear you, I hear it I see it, I see myself (I see you, I hear it, I feel it, I hear it, my song) Oh, let's see, march, call me a hypocrite (Lead me alright) I quit Dying in America At the end of the millennium You're dying in America To come back tomorrow And when you're dying in America At the end of the millennium You're not alone I'm not alone I'm not alone