Culture Vulture (Morning Parade)

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.