cocktail stains on your G.Q. slacks   you'll show you're clever   go blow some lingo out your ass   libido takes over all the shit you learned in school   techno bass beats in your brain   all thoughts turn to drool   mommy, daddy, look at me   you decided what i'm going to be   i'll pull together and slip through the cracks   'cause we all know grads are the last to get sacked   so i bought a pill that brings the joys   of unconscious girls and no conscience boys   impress them first with my expensive toys   they come and go on their corduroys   mommy, daddy, will you help me?   do I need psychotherapy?   am I worth the money spent?   or did I break your bank   on the rules I bent?   mommy, daddy, will you help me?   mommy, daddy, i'm out of money   mommy, daddy, don't know where it went   mommy, daddy, pay my rent