Lyrics:

We're all of us just pigeons-
We don't know what you've got but we want it NOW!
And I do not want to share it;
I don't think I could bear it
I NEED A PIECE FOR ME WITH UTMOST EXCLUSIVITY!!!!!
.... please
It's carbon copy watered down and it's invading all the towns
Riding in on bandwagon to ready, waiting crowds
Are the old rockers rolling over in their graves?
It's a new age but there's no sign of a new sound!
There's no new plans for the world's rock bands
Fans don't listen any more;
They just read their mag and clap their hands!
I keep going further back to hear something that's un-rehashed
I want to be inspired!
If they've created everything you're ever giong to
You may as well set yourself on fire!
The children you're raising are not your own
You're brazenly stealing them from their happy homes
I see it from the glass house and I wanna throw stones!
I WANNA THROW STONES!
There's always more words to add to the pile I'm sure I'll regret
So I lay in this bed I made from words I said