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Shocked? Dismayed? Or maybe just a little upset Well, no this isn't pretty And yes, my hair was longer then It's what happens when your choices Are narrowed to fashion or violence Adjustments, you make adjustments There's nothing left wrong with me That money can't cure But I don't want to be somebody else's Learning experience Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance I want magic in my real world Some modern voodoo to make it work Can't make it work I remember what you sputtered Chewing your stupid fuel You said, "The amplification of the eternal Present is the technology of desire" Phew! I thought, you were already corroded... I said, "You'll know me, I'll be the one Pulling the perfect crime, flushing This place down the huge hole left When I quit cigarettes" SongtexteBut it was just more gas We were all wearing falsies ...weren't we? So I'll stop being clever and just say it straight I guess I set impossible goals and I don't know when to quit Is that it? Found a cure for daylight yet? Tom Tomorrow & Sermonette Found a cure for gravity yet? Yes, I'm addicted to roofs and jets Found a cure for hunger yet? Black coffee, cigarettes Found a cure for desire yet? I don't want to talk about that now.... My goals? My goals are to find a cure for irony and make a fool out of God. Aus Songtexte Mania