Don't you think we're just the queens At sorting everything? Of giving names and categorizing? And when we want ideal things We loose all spontaneity Cuz human progression has capital means Driven by the rich - not you and me Progression as they sell it to you Is tied up privately profiting a few Advancing on Shangri-La They categorize the world for you Then wrap it up and sell it back to you Giving experience and emotion A monetary companion Cuz driving the world with stock prices Lends clean solutions to everything nicely I don't want to buy my well being Only I know what I need