Well I've been thinking.. Quite often lately About some things that just make sense To only me.... I hear the universe speaking I feel the earth beneath us creaking I see you and me With our heads stuck in the ground And they say rock 'n roll is dead I have not heard real rock in many a year I hear whining brats and babies in lipstick But.. no underwear Is this what you want? Based upon what little you know I know she's so fine But aren't you tired of the status quo? I find when I gaze in the faces of those in my midst It's a wasteland... Vacant and shallow with no knowledge of a love like this Such a garbage can So here we stand At the turn of the century We have walked along Satan's mile Where only crumbled parlors remain I hear the universe speaking I feel the earth beneath us creaking I see our Country no longer belonging To you and me... They whisper the American Dream is dead I have not slept well in many a year I feel thoroughly exhausted Emotionally drained by a fascist atmosphere