And there’s sand & salt between your teeth   beneath the smiling sun   The air is blue w/ fun & games for what’s about 2 come   I remember fire lights when the day was about to die   I remember spider legs of smoke across the sky   And the Great Blue plashes   softly greeting waves of distorted faces with me––      I was watching some tv, watching tv today   Everyone tryin’ to be real funky   But don’t have jack to say   But go’head, go’head play some shit instead   ’cause you will never never ever ever funk   Go’head, Go’head   Play some shit instead   ’Cause if you do you’ll never ever ever funk      We’ve got professional wrestling and soap operas   Corny commercials and plastic malls   We celebrate mediocrity and worship crap   This country went to camp and never came back   “Come over here boy have a guitar   You’re gonna go far You’re gonna fly high”–   and then you’re gonna die   That’s the fee for eMpTy-V(ision)      © 1995 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC)