Culture Vulture

Numbers turn to money,
Ain't it funny how it built
To spend the whole of our lives running on the crunch and on assumption[?]
There's reason in repeating rhymes and throwing keys and swapping wives,
As long as it's within the privacy of our own private lives,
Stuck with no direction seeking everyone's attention
Or for his or her's affection
Fall out of cover and collection
No viagra, no erection,
No issurance, no protection,
And no cure and no prevention
Did you ever think to mention
The smaller house the smaller town
Where [?] does the rounds
Giant fish in tiny ponds
Where nothings really going on
And everyone knows everyone
And everybody's "goings on"
And everyone wants everyone to try to ** to get along

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

The booze will cut you loose if even for a day or two or three
Or four or five or six or ten,
You'll never be the same again
And people won't remember you
Your children and your children's dues
We'll hope in gods
And place to dig the hole for their remains

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

Do I feel so (name) and so uptight

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

Do I feel you so (name) and so uptight

I hope I sleep tonight

So then you change the channel, turn the cheek and look the other way
Your life now on hiatus, checks the status of your friend's new status
Tell them all about those bangs
Tell them all, and to be frank, tell them all those people died,
Let's see what's on the other side
And no one cares cause no one minds
Cause everybody's filled their time with everything that's going on
And on and on and on and on
And on until the end of times
Growing up and getting older
Just another culture vulture