------------------------  Look at Dionysis, controlled by the T.V.  He's worked all day, he's worn, he's beaten  And he doesn't notice me  He'll sleep another night  Leave the money for the rent  Then take another lesson in the  Mastery of Content  You can tell Athena is lost,  By that blank stare in her eye  The smallest things are mountains  And the largest things will die  She's over forty but she whines like ten  Her body is worn, her back is bent  From years of education in the  Mastery of Content  Your sister, she's immune for a couple years at best  Then she'll sit in her room  And wonder why she can't be happy like the rest  Then she'll open up the magazine  To find out where it went  And she'll believe there is such a thing as  Mastery of Content