Viva la Persistence

Viva La Persistence -Kimya Dawson
I dreamed I thanked scott ian for
Persistence of time
Back when Steve and Eva died that
Album changed my life
It was a package of pure darkness tied up
With a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging
How I think
He said I can't believe you even know
That I exist
I've got all of your albums and I think
You are the best
He started to cry and I started to laugh
I gave him a hug and he gave me his autograph
Reeling in my disbelief I know that it was
Just a dream
All the covers that I see are different
From the books I read
Everything is crumbling around me
Why does everything cost so much money
Could somebody please help out my family
My mom needs hearing aids new shoulders
And new legs
My dad needs a break he works all day
Every day
My brother needs a place and a job
Where he can make
Enough money to take care of his baby
Here's a simple dissertation on a
Complex situation
Money and intimidation and mass graves
Make strong foundations
For the giant corporations that own all
The T V stations
Telling us to take vacations to their
Big theme park plantations
Rather than to hearts of nations
Where we might meet people on the street who say
I don't want my M T V 'cause it brought
Viva to it's knees
And mom and pop are begging please
Globalization's killing me
While we think that they think they need
All of the things we think we need
Like Martha Stewart Shams and Sheets and
Sugar free powdered iced tea
Vanilla coke lemon pepsi friends episodes on D V D
I went to see the doctor of psychiatry
Weapons of mass instruction finally broke me
He said act your age don't be afraid
Take two of these now
Listen real hard put down that guitar
Don't be a retard be all that you can be
The things he said I could be were laid
Out right in front of me
Would I choose deep fried apathy
Mcnuggets where my balls should be
Or super sized conformity I walked away and
I'm still me
Free to go f**king crazy free to know why
I'm angry
One and one and one is three and you and me
Is all I need
Singing songs
Drawing cocks
Picking locks
To locked doors
Find deflated hearts
And pump them up