Political infatuation - a feeling like (?) If you look on the surface you'll find nothing Look to your mother, pension saints The heroes on motorcycles That believe in fact and truth Loud radios unsettling my nerves As we look back in tune to the (?) sound Belief in what? Belief in yourself Contradict yourself Individuality must and has got to disappear You can sneer, b**h, and ignore We don't care what you think or what you need I don't know why I do the foolish things that I do I don't know why I drink so hard to escape from these movie blues She says, don't listen to their lies You gotta make your feelings known Jack Nance Hair Try to realize You gotta get that meaning Get back your fire again Make your vision known I don't know why my brain feels broken like the earth outside Feels like little holes come together inside of my mind She said, don't bother with those d** you took You gotta get back on the stage Jack Nance Hair Try to realize You gotta get that meaning Back in your act again Make your feelings show Oh you gotta get that feeling Get back your heart again And make that meaning show So together we stand and feel stronger and braver for it Young, free and single Like the crack in the 45 That makes the guitar snap all night And in the morning it starts all over again We aren't cartoon characters Pain is truth We wear our bitten mouths and fingernails We have We have torn ideals Comet Gain has torn ideals Go home and listen to your cracking needle Your records in their stained sleeves