Back when you were immatureFast asleep in class you wereDreaming of your grandfatherSelling sod from cemetery plotsNow he had the right stuffTo pass the time in school is hard enoughAfter class said "what a jerk"To criticize a student's workEspecially in front of everyoneIt was only tongue in cheekJust another chipOn the shoulder ofA brooding little boyWho'll one day bring the nations to their kneesWasted daysSlotted SpoonPaper moonOn a summer's day he saidThere's no mystery at allIf it comes to passEach day could be our lastAnd who can count their blessingsWhen their days are numbered too?All our days are numberedYou struck a matchStarted to cryCry, cry, cryNow you're on the winning teamBrand new IBM machineSure, it isn't what it seemsBut it'll do for a utopiaMoney, drugs, and sexIn the military industrial complexOur fates are written in the starsCompetition, waging warsJust a couple microgramsOf a new enriched plutoniumAnd oh, I don't know whenOr how it will beginOr how to trust a whimOr notion you're no longer making senseReading thisCast a stoneLeave aloneOn a gloomy day he said "there's no dignity no more"No one wants to hear a sixty-five year engineerSo you packed your bags and leftClear across the continentNow your pension's comingYou closed the blindsStarted to cryCry, cry, cryWeapons gradeOne act playDrum and bassLeave a trace
