Lyrics:

Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone so I play and I sing and I just let it ring, all day when I'm at home a defacto choice of macro-microcosmic melancholy but baby any way you slice it, I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone yeah the goons have gone global and the CEO's are shredding files and the democrans and the republicrats are flashing their toothy smiles and Uncle Tom is posing for a photo-op with the oval office klan and Uncle Sam is riggin' cockfights in the promised land and that knife you stuck in my back is still there it pinches a little when I sigh and moan and these days I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks the question I mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors that to even try to say why is to oversimplify that's a far cry, isn't it dear, from acting like you're the only one there unrepentantly self-centered and unfair enter all suckers scrambling for the truth exit mr. eye-contact who took his flirt and flew the coup but whatever, no matter, no fishin trips, no fishin cause momma's officially out of commission and did I mention in there somewhere did I mention somewhere in there that I traded Babe Ruth, yes I traded the only player that was bigger than the game and I can't even tell you why, cause you'd think I'm insane. and that's the truth and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power sniping off sharp-shooter singles from their styrofoam towers, and hip-hop is tied up in the back room wit