Fickle Fucker Tapestry

Every sick, fickle fucker Childhood's what makes ya Till they treat ya like tundra Weigh those opinions More like air than lead Every planned occupation Surefire disappointment up ahead Till they treat ya like desert See mirages of friendship, face turns red Here's the soon to be anchor Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere Every governor's mother knows That their bread is buttered by Sam And what about science? they find proof and let you make your own decisions Every childstar wonders If they have a future up ahead Every kindhearted banker I don't think there is one Every winning opinion Stand on platforms in water Filling jars full of silence, you'll get none When I can work out how it was Then I'll tell you TV stained my memories, yeah I don' think that she's... Remembered through sounds Remembered through smells Remembered through colors Remembered through towns With fear and fascination On what was here And what's replacing them now Interchange plazas a mall And crowded chain restaurants More housing developments go up Named after the things they replace So welcome to Minnow Brook And welcome to Shady Space And it all seems a little abrupt No I don't like this change of pace Yeah they treat me like tundra I'll go back to my place Hot shit on frozen ground, is that what they want? That's what they'll get.