when you drive a nail through all that’s good
the carpenter becomes the wood
if my concentration sounds like wreckage
it’s ’cause i got a new feeling every thirty seconds
we put a monkey up in sp*ce
and i know exactly how he felt
looking at a latticework of stars
missing his brothers back home too much for a postcard
mercy, have we gone too far?
who put all these criminals in charge?
did they win or just hold all the cards?
i’m leaving my place in la, i’m gonna live in my car
surgery girls from the uso
flown farm-fresh, pure as snow
hand me that flask, i just can’t take it
she had the eyes of my mom but she was turning me on, now i’m fading
i got duct tape all around my heart
i got a satellite dish to julienne my mind
two hundred channels, nothing’s on
but those network news can make your eyes see blonde
mercy, have we lost our way?
did we come down the ladder from the apes?
will the beard of the prophet be *ssuaged?
i was putting my sh*t in the car when the ‘copters came
they put a monkey in the white house
and his uncle in the movies
now the real monkey wants a recount
he just couldn’t believe they were his own family with those values
mercy, pick up your guitar
we’ll need a lot of heroes for this war
will the last band please bring the flag?
’cause no one’s rocking the boat and some kids here say they want to dance