They Have This Glammed Glass Statue Grinning From The Papers

They Rant With Glee About Her Excessive Nature

She's On Magazines In The Big Chain Markets

Where Poor People Work



Chorus:

And I Want To Shut It Out

I Hear The Soul Within Me Shout

Famed Lovers In Silk Covers

While Most The World Sleeps With Hunger



Is There Pollen Sweeter Than A Mind Unshackled

By Fancies Of Fame And Its Bland Magic?

These Slave Machines Are Turning Simple People

Into Gears And Screws



(Chorus)



I've Been Alive

Long Enough To Notice That There's Plenty In The World

To Keep Everyone From

Starving And Dying

Of Long Cured Diseases

It's So Hard To Stop Exceeding

But What's The Use In It?

We All Need Each Other In The End Anyway