They say its murder on your folk career    to make a rock record with the disappeared    we'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake       there is not an image that I must defend.    There are no art forms now just capitalism    so send the national guard    to the mall of america       and they can dress dead bodies    up in tight designer jeans    diesel prada it looks good    it looks good!!    yeah it does!      I'm gonna lie down with a common sound    I'm gonna bury my blues so its never found    I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the television sets    and if my sadness needs a catalyst    I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus.    And at the shopping epicenter    I have an agoraphobic fit       so buy a fountain soda put some sugar on my tongue    I'll wake up and write some songs with no soul with    no soul!!      with nooooo soul!!