You try to take all the challenge out of all of
our lives you make it all too predictable with
your white wash lives you see, you got to
Show me the torment and all the despair all those
bloodless bullet holes are more than we can bear
with the plastic coverings and
The cut-rate display no renewal of the
pleasurable with no image of decay you go for the
stability and what do you get some real
Vivid misfortune a cause now an effect clean
sweep