The angel cries, "You bastard!"   As we analyze the accent   So look out, you rock 'n' rollers      Over forty million served    And that's a record for the master   It stood forever after      So are we, are we, are we, are we facing    The end of all, of all the drugs we're lacing?    With common sense and courtesy    And other things we thought would be the end of us but now    They won't allow us our intentions      Oh, the mother of invention   It's her pleasure to repeat with feeling:    Are we, are we, are we, are we facing    The end of all the medicine we're taking?       Somewhere in the system    There's an open-ended list    Of all the lies we tell    Unblinking, thinking   What could we be living?    Is it life   Or is it even in the realm of possibility?    You see it when you're missing    Who you came to see, is this thing    Even on and on and on?      Are we, are we, are we, are we facing    The end of all the medicine we're taking?