Artificial Life

He's got a song about some love that's gone away
Sometimes his eyes shed tiny teardrops when he plays.
His touching ballads are just sitting there to buy.
They call it music, but it seems more like a lie.

Artificial life in the market place.

Epic ballads by the musical whores.
Life is boring so project theirs onto yours.
Hear the anthems of the Pepsi Generation.
See the martyrs of our spiritual degradation.

Artificial life in the market place.

American culture, Disneyland freakshow,
Screen in your living room,
A window for your tomb.
If you can't compare to the world sitting there
Repress your insecurities, watch and escape.

Give me artificial, give me superficial,
Give me a commercial life that can't be bought.
This I say to you, what I say is true :
Emotions aren't a product to sell and be consumed.

Coming attraction, it's coming real soon,
Prince is having lunch with Pat Boone.
Want to know where all the bullshit goes,
It goes down the sewer to be disposed.

Big City

Concrete and chaos rise up
Spiderweb across the land
Like a giant rash.

Forests lie down below
Foundations of buildings in a bed of ash.

Some people here got it real good,
'Cuz the glass towers bring prosperity.
Other people starve in tne street
Because concrete knows no sympathy.

Big city, it's a wishing well.
Big city, it's a living hell.

This town, it's fucking insane :
How one will starve and another will gain.
Like a giant mechanical brain,
And the people are cells and the streets are veins.

It thinks only of itself,
A thousand limbs crawling it expands and grows,
And still the concrete sits there,
Sits there, stark grey and cold.
Big city, it's a wishing well.
Big city, it's a living hell.

And I think I wanna be a brick layer.
So I can put another brick in the wall.

It's sanitary, rational, happy and sane.
Growing like a flower to surround us all.