Shocked? Dismayed?    Or maybe just a little upset    Well, no this isn't pretty    And yes, my hair was longer then    It's what happens when your choices    Are narrowed to fashion or violence    Adjustments, you make adjustments      There's nothing left wrong with me    That money can't cure    But I don't want to be somebody else's    Learning experience    Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance    I want magic in my real world    Some modern voodoo to make it work    Can't make it work       I remember what you sputtered    Chewing your stupid fuel    You said, "The amplification of the eternal    Present is the technology of desire" Phew!    I thought, you were already corroded...    I said, "You'll know me, I'll be the one    Pulling the perfect crime, flushing    This place down the huge hole left    When I quit cigarettes"    But it was just more gas    We were all wearing falsies    ...weren't we?       So I'll stop being clever    and just say it straight    I guess I set impossible goals and I don't    know when to quit    Is that it?       Found a cure for daylight yet?    Tom Tomorrow & Sermonette    Found a cure for gravity yet?    Yes, I'm addicted to roofs and jets    Found a cure for hunger yet?    Black coffee, cigarettes    Found a cure for desire yet?    I don't want to talk about that now....       My goals?    My goals are to find a cure for irony and make a fool    out of God.