What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where waves of hunger roar?  Shall we set out across this sea of faces in search of more and more applause?    Shall we buy a new guitar?  Shall we drive a more powerful car?  Shall we work straight through the night?  Shall we get into fights  Leave the lights on  Drop bombs  Do tours of the East  Contract diseases  Bury bones  Break up homes  Send flowers by phone  Take to drink  Go to shrinks  Give up meat  Rarely sleep  Keep people as pets  Train dogs  Raise rats  Fill the attic with cash  Bury treasure  Store up leisure  But never relax at all  With our backs to the Wall?