Crop of Illusions

The yuppie is leaned against

the bar with the highest repute

and everyone is beckoning

him over to the grinning terrains

He tangoes to major chords

yelling intelling quotes

about shocking french movies

and holes in the m-theory

They will hunt you down

they will hunt you down

until you're put on the right track again

until you match up to your talents again

Their deeds are efficient

their voices are dulcet

they know about water

they know about wine

about who's marrying who

and which kid's in the corner

and who always grabs the big share

So go with the yuppies stay invulnerable

go with the yuppies and stay in their company

always clocking in - never clocking out

They will hunt you down

they will hunt you down

I'm the crop of illusions

I'm stalking the streets at night

I'll make you let go of all your chances

if you cross my way