Lyrics:

Enough searching to know that we've lost ourselves
In our slot machines, shotguns, strip malls
Baby your technology's so slick and functional
And me without my nuclear arsenal

And if I could kill without guilt or sin
There soon would be a few less record executives
If I could kill and receive forgiveness
There sure as hell'd be one less president

There's got to be a pill for forgiveness
There's got to be a trigger for happiness

Automatic sensory remote control
Weather satellites manipulate your soul
Efficiently, without a modicum of grace
I want to go out with a smile on my face

There's got to be a pill for forgiveness
There's got to be a trigger for happiness

(Don't fool yourself