Back when you were immature Fast asleep in class you were Dreaming of your grandfather Selling sod from cemetery plots Now he had the right stuff To pass the time in school is hard enough ♪ After class said, "What a jerk!" To criticize a student's work Especially in front of everyone It was only tongue in cheek Just another chip On the shoulder of A brooding little boy Who'll one day bring the nations to their knees ♪ Wasted days Slotted spoon Paper moon On a summer's day he said There's no mystery at all If it comes to pass Each day could be our last And who can count their blessings When their days are numbered too? All our days are numbered You struck a match Started to cry Cry Cry Cry ♪ Now you're on the winning team Brand new IBM machine Sure, it isn't what it seems But it'll do for a utopia Money, drugs, and sex In the military industrial complex
Our fates are written in the stars Competition, waging wars Just a couple micrograms Of a new enriched plutonium And oh, I don't know when Or how I will begin Or how to trust a whim Or notion you're no longer making sense ♪ Reading this Cast a stone Leave alone On a gloomy day he said, "There's no dignity no more" No one wants to hear a 65 year engineer So you packed your bags and left Clear across the continent Now your pensions's coming You closed the blinds Started to cry Cry Cry Cry ♪ Weapons grade One act play Drum and bass Leave a trace