Nowhere (And How to Get There)

There is a place; we don’t know when it is, Now the light that
we have lied is the religion of show biz, The sewer feeds the
sky; the sky leaks on the flowers, Money pays the tribute to
the gods of earthly powers.
Eat your sorrow like a four course meal, Save your soul for
that perfect deal.
Because this is; we think it ought to be, We work in a coal
mine called democracy, The ones who have; will sell you what
you need, They oil the chain in the machinery of greed.
We just empty our hearts to fill our purse, Convinced that
the bad couldn’t get any worse.
Soap opera icons; leaders made of money, Comic culture glut
that’s anything but funny, T.V. lessons victim; afraid to be
otherwise, Don’t question the vision it’s easier to believe
your eyes.
The art of making money, All the people all the time, To be
guilty of the law, Is to commit the perfect crime.
Land of infinite limitations, Coughed up cold war
variations, Fix it with the drug de jour, If you don’t feel
sick you don’t need a cure, Nowhere, and how to get there, It’s
all so clear, You just stay right here.