It's cold again, it looks like rain   A procession of humanity, strikingly simian   Saunters by, I can't explain   Why it's troubling to see them so   Oh better than who we are with mania    And yearning for and learning from   Oh better than holiness and candy aisles    Of loneliness and sweet revenge   A cigarette, a memory   All connections to the permanent are burning   The pedestal gets in the way   And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny   Oh better than who we are with mania    Or standing for or dead against   Oh better than holiness and candy aisles    Of loneliness and sweet revenge   Do you feel the chill of December   In the rioting of Spring?   And are we made of something better than clay?   A leap, a fight, a secret rite,   The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming oh   Oh better than who we are with mania    And yearning for and learning from   Oh better than holiness and candy aisles    Of loneliness and sweet revenge   Oh sweet revenge