歌词
Who says they’re not impressed?
With all this phoniness?
Who needs this empty dress?
Whoopee — all smoke and mirrors
Push button bullshi(r)t fakin’, ethno-panacentric matrix
Got it here
It don’t get cheaper by the ton
Because you can’t even weigh it.
Doesn’t anybody even see the truth?
Someone shot Diogenes…
(Well) Dear John — it’s a mess
I know you’d understand
Our world — it stands on end
My world is just the same
There’s this disease, they’re building armies for the fighting
And it’s all too real
They never listened, never wanted to —
And now we know they never will
All I ever wanted was to be like you
Be a man of peace and love — riches, too!
Written by: W. Wade Stooksberry II
