some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter   and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar   and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets   under a sign that says grand opening   while my dog is waiting in the car      i wake up, i check out   i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean   then i'm back out on the highway   and BANG that's when i remember my dream:      we were standing in a garden   and i had a machine that made silence   it just sucked up the whole opinionated din   and there were no people on the payroll   and there were no monkeys on our backs   and i said, show me what you look like   without skin      science chases money   and money chases its tail   and the best minds of my generation   can't make bail   but the bacteria are coming to take us down   that's my prediction   it's the answer to this culture   of the quick fix prescription      but in the garden of simple   where all of us are nameless   you were never anything but beautiful to me   and, you know, they never really owned you   you just carried them around   and then one day you put 'em down   and found your hands were free      so now it's early in the morning   at the longitude of memphis   and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong   and the big plan is just to keep spinning   cuz the big bang is only just beginning   and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on      and what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya   which means i've been thinking of you   all along