Lo and Behold

Lo and behold By the grace of God, I am not in debt No, I'm not old Never bored, never sore I am an islander, and to find success is never happy to be told Check, share, and give up I do what I am told 'Cause the one who calls the shots Will never cower to commercial droll, oh droll, oh droll Any normal human can see Behind the glass menagerie He can smell the potpourri And the achy candle-corporate Christmas tree Any psychedelic Luddite can groom Any God-fearing crude can take and swoon A thick sly and a fickle monopoly They go and cash a little check from the gym and greet And any quasi-messianic can ride A symphony-orchestra-vanilla tripe But any given cracker can go in With season tickets for the coming year In any village, old-time, old-and-dumb You can fire up the blockchains, and then you go They say you can't get it out of me, so I don't know If I'll make it to the moon rock show