picture an infinite serpent   swallowing his own tail   we're much the same   i like the taste of my own nails   and it's not far away   far down, inside yourself   can we afford the waste   raining again      i just say to myself   face straight   we all want the same   when in line can't you see what the sign says   and is the price of pleasure   nothing left to save   will you offer up yourself again      again, again, again, again, again   again, again, again, again, again   again      the farther i look outside   hope belongs to a wasted kid, open up the sky   who won't wait another month to see   why do you want this   why does this happen   can you afford to wait for now   decide yourself   an engine for the waste is raining down      and i just say to mind   sit up straight   we all want the same   won't deny, i can't see what the sign says   and is the price of pleasure   nothing left to save   will you offer up yourself      again, again, again, again, again   again, again, again, again, again   again, again, again, again, again   again, again, again, again, again   again