Culture Vulture

Numbers turned to money

Ain't it funny how we're built to spend the whole of our lives running

Number crunching

On assumption there's reason in repeating rhymes

And throwing keys and swapping wives

As long as it's within the privacy of our own private lives

Stuck with no direction

Seeking everyone's attention

All for his or her affection

For life cover and collection

No Viagra

No Erection

No insurance

No protection

And no cure and no prevention

Did you ever think to mention the smaller house

The smaller town

Where banal gossip does the rounds

Giant fish in tiny ponds where nothings really going on

And everyone knows everyone and everybody's goings on

And everyone wants everyone to try the fuck to get along

A. N. X. I. E. T. Why?

The booze'll cut you loose if even for a day or 2

Or 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or 10

You'll never be the same again

People won't remember you, your children and your children's too

As we elope in cars and planes to dig the hole for their remains

A. N. X. I. E. T. Why do I feel so inane and so uptight?

A. N. X. I. E. T. Why do I feel so inane and so uptight?

I hope I sleep tonight

I hope I sleep tonight

I hope I sleep tonight

I hope I sleep tonight

So then YOU change the channel

Turn the cheek and look the other way

YOUR life now on hiatus checks the status of your friends who say

"It's terrible about those banks."

"It's terrible but to be frank - it's terrible those people died, let's see what's on the other side."

And no one cares cause no one minds

Everybody's filled their time

With everything that's going on

And on and on and on and on and on until the end of time

Til' we're gone and the blood runs dry

Growing up and getting older

Just another culture vulture.