here in america
our dreams are too big for our
houses
and everyone here needs new houses
and the lousy part is
prophets have played
the message that thinking
is doing
and wishing is willing
and everything and everyone
is interesting
and you've got a book in you
and i've got a book in
me
and we are all so persecuted
and unappreciated
everything we do ends in the question:
what will you do with that? and we are
devoted to planning out the futures
that will never happen
keeping rules that no god ever made and so
tired and afraid,carving pigeonholes and boxes
like superstitious circles we climb right in
and hide
then at the end of another
pissed off night we drive into our
garages feeling smug
and justified