kids of divorce engaged to failure   falling out of love with their student loans   getting good jobs in playing dead    for 40 hours a week for 40 years on the rolls      he who fucks nuns later joins the church   in the sad small towns where fascism sells   the youth have hope but give 'em enough rope   and they'll hang themselves from wedding bells      hunters and gatherers enjoying the fruits of progress   watching the same shows in the same empty apartments   hiding from the debt collectors and dreaming of work   the abandoned children of God demanding child support      there must be something human still left in this being   the lack of meaning is also a meaning    the lack of feeling is also a feeling    but don't press my face to the floor and call it a ceiling