Viva la Persistence

I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time

Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life

It was a package of pure darkness tied up with a silver string

Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think

He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,

I've got all of your albums and I think you are the best"

He started to cry and I started to laugh

I gave him a hug and he gave me his autograph

Reeling in my disbelief, I know that it was just a dream

All the covers that I see are different from the books I read

Everything is crumbling around me

Why does everything cost so much money?

Could somebody please help out my family?

My mom needs hearing aids, new shoulders, and new legs

My dad needs a break he works all day every day

My brother needs a place and a job where he can make

Enough money to take care of his baby

Here's a simple dissertation on a complex situation

Money and intimidation and mass graves make strong foundations

For the giant corporations that own all the TV. stations

Telling us to take vacations to their big theme park plantations

Rather than to hearts of nations

Where we might meet people on the street who say

"I don't want my MTV 'cause it brought viva to its knees"

And mom and pop are begging "please, globalization's killing me"

While we think that they think they need all of the things we think we need

Like martha stewart shams and sheets and sugar free powdered iced tea

Vanilla coke, lemon pepsi, friends episodes on DVD

I went to see the doctor of psychiatry

Weapons of mass instruction finally broke me

He said "Act your age, don't be afraid, take two of these.

Now listen real hard, put down that guitar,

Don't be a retard, be all that you can be"

The things he said I could be were laid out right in front of me

Would I choose deep fried apathy, mcnuggets where my balls should be,

Or super sized conformity? I walked away and I'm still me

Free to go ******* crazy, free to know why I'm angry

One and one and one is three and you and me is all I need

Singing songs, drawing cocks, picking locks to locked doors

Find deflated hearts, and pump them up