Not interested in discussing politics
It all falls away somehow anyway
That's closer to the way it went down
We may never really know for sure
Cool dreams are flowing in the air
But right now that doesn't matter
When the money comes up short
It's time to find a new way of living
These are the simple side effects
That come with the discovery of truth
As much as it hurts to think about
This is part of the healing process
So we go down that dark road again
Back to the destination of destruction
With a happy hello and a pat on the back
We survey the collateral damages
High fives all around with poisoned smiles
Glass catastrophes shattered to pieces
In the splattered mind of society's eye
Left to sleep out on the street after dark
The Lower East Side coffee house crowd
Pretends they don't see what's going on
So it continues to disturb and decay
The cultural and artistic balance of the city
Those old poems don't hold the same weight
It's all about the influence these days anyway
And how much money can you really make
Even though your heart isn't even in the game
I keep thinking about the artists who never made it
Casualties of war or martyrs in the counterculture
Ignored in their quest for fame and immortality
Waiting in vain to be ordained into sainthood
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