Voodoo Economics - What If Those Heavy Things Cracked Their Little Brittle Bones To The Marrow? lyrics

Should've been a scientist A paragon of usefulness Instead I am a masochist I masquerade as an artist You say you are an anarchist But baby, you're so talented Philosophy's the great escape But you could help us get to space; Leave this place a home to the animals plants and Stones. we've made our bed Now we're gone Goodbye, mom Inexplicably, on the new planet, janet became The world's most popular name They couldn't stop thinking about her Predictably, on the new planet, people hadn't Changed The world's most popular game Was tag with the invisible man Ostensibly, everyone there had read heavy things None had slipped through the cracks But what if those heavy things had broken them' Cracked their Little brittle Little brittle Little brittle bones to the marrow' What's the closest place to go We gotta pack a lotta clothes Toys, and food for the road We're gonna have a heavy load of co2, h2o I think we can make do Without calcium and nitrogen Except what we carry... Except what we bury in our own skin You used to live under the ground You only emerged for groceries, necessities Narcotics, and christmas trees Since you came up for air I pretend that my antibiotics are the most potent Antipsychotics currently available at your Local supermarket It's a rare herb that simply tells your brain when You're full It's an idea that rushes up on you when you're Crawling for comfort Bail out pails of water Turns out, hope takes diet pills Don't be so sad about it Where's the young man who's banging on decked-out Machines Who's on parade in the vaguest of dreams It's a rare herb that simply tells your brain when You're full It's a long time from when you were here until you Are mulling about With a chain for a spout And your brain is worn out And you're too scared to spit it out There's a lot of detail that will happen around here Before we're through And all of this time, the red phone keeps ringing for you The instant of hello Your knees will turn nailed to yourself And you'll know You have no business picking up phones That are ringing off hooks And you're munching on rare herbs and reading big Books that are fit only for certain purposes As in they make perfect doorstops And you'll never know what they say And I've got no suggestions How patterns are broken Maybe they're perfect and maybe they shouldn't be