Keeping everything moving, everything static
People digging through the rubble for things they can resell
I don't need a remedy
To be everything I'm supposed to be
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
Brought down like an old hotel
And you tell me, "Fool", you tell it like it is
The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch
Void as a drug you take too regularly
I don't want nobody else
Better sell it while you can
The first true love folded at the slightest touch
The leaving lover I still favor
I'm the hitch-hiker you recognize passing
Give the people something they understand
I can do it by myself
Your wall's gone wider than your head trip is
We're meant to be together
Rich man in a poor man's clothes
"Happy holidays", said, sick savior
The permanent installment of the daily dose
Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile
On your way to some everlasting
Better sell it while you can
I won't take your medicine
Better sell it while you can
Taking out the trash to the man
Now, I'm a policeman directing traffic
Checking into a small reality
