Year: 1990 - Album: Against the Grain
Written by Jay Bentley
D A Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, C G We have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea, D A Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, C G D The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary, D A We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast, C G Grandiloquent our attitude, impassioned yet inept, D A Frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous our threat, C G D Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less, A So what does it mean? F C When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived A# F And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day make C A# Life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, G G# F G G# F I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds G G# F G G# F Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, G G# F G G# F Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes G G# F G G# F And the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind, G G# F G G# F From the plastic protests and the hands of time G G# F G G# F And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind