SKIN AND BONE


You see my friend
This day has ended
Right where it should be

Is it a tragedy
That life's not perfect?
I don't know if its worth it
But its sure a hell lot better
When you've got something to live for

So oh oh
Get down from that high horse
Oh oh oh
Don't break up the discourse
Don't redefine telemetry

If its all skin bone
What you are and you own
Did the soulless driver
Choose what to drink?

Oh when did we leave happy
For intoxication?

A pointless spinning wheel
In a sell-out nation

So material girl,
Eh material guy,
Put down that phone and look up
At the sky!

You see my dear
The sky's not clear
But that's how it should be

Is it a tragedy that life's not perfect?
I don't know if its worth it
But its sure a hell lot better
When it isn't predefined, so

Oh oh oh
Get down from that high horse
Oh oh oh
Please don't break the discourse
We all could use some therapy

Its all skin bone?
What you are and you own?
Is who we are simply who
We do?

Oh when did we confuse happy
With titillation?

An aimless spinning wheel
In a plastic nation

Oh material girl,
Eh material guy
Turn off that phone and look up
At the sky!

(Say something of substance
That replaces an audio track of artificial voices
With meaningful noises
Full of love or heartache
As long as it pulls life from this plastic world)