Man and Wife, The Former (Financial Planning)

It's night but I can't stay asleep
Like you do straight through until morning
When you pour my coffee and say, "Baby
All that caffeine causes bad dreams
Where all your anxieties are unleashed"

Well, lately my days aren't much better
I can't concentrate while I'm at work
I just think and think until my head hurts
Of the payment plans I'm making
I just wanted to provide for you

But if you want to make a run for it
My love, I'd cover you
And if you need money for bills
My lover, I could cover you

Because I sold some shit, I'm saving up
We can get that house next to the park
I'll get more hours at my dad's shop
Yeah, we'll plan for everything
And we'll enroll in that middle class
Get a compact car full of discount tags
If you're feeling trapped or too attached
Remember we wanted that

And if you need money for bills this month
My love, I'd cover you
And if you have to lie to everyone
Well, I'd cover up for you

Because we're growing older, growing up
Just like our parents before us
With your new job at the coffee shop
We are ready for everything
And we'll graduate that middle class
Get a nicer car full of shopping bags
If you're feeling sad, kind of detached
Remember we wanted that
Just remember we wanted it

Yeah, I sold some shit, I'm saving up
We can get that house next to the park
With the extra hours I picked up
We will pay for everything



What you learned, what you read in their books
All they offered, what you saw when they told you to look
A final offer, well, today we are giving birth to a new future
Yes, today we are giving birth to our own future

We will learn, we will love, we will work to change each other
We will spread, we will cover the earth like air and water
Tomorrow is blank, well, just fill it in with our little answers
If we are stopped, well, just start again

That is the new offer, that's it, that is our final one


Greater Omaha

Well, traffic is kind of bad
They're widening Easy Street to fit more SUVs
They're planting baby trees to grow to shady peaks
A little shelter from the sun and the upper tax bracket
Here on the cul-de-sac we are not giving back
Until the community repents
Because we can't afford to be generous
There are closing costs and a narrow margin
So go earn your degree and we'll take you out to lunch
You can work for us but you have eat them all up
One more mouthful and we will be happy then

Out West they are moving dirt
To make a greater Omaha
Another franchise sold
So there are even more restaurants per capita
And they all have got a drive-thru
I mean, who's got time to dine?
Although the floors are clean and the color scheme
It compliments me every time
So no one starves in this cattle town
The semi's pass making squealing sounds
And it's all-u-can-eat and they will never get enough
They'll be feeding us, they'll be feeding on us
One more mouthful and they will be happy then

All those golden fields, lovely empty space
They're building drug stores now until none remains
I have been driving for 100 blocks
Saw 50 Kum and Go's, 60 parking lots
One more mouthful and I'm sure they will be happy then
Just one more, just one more


Man and Wife, The Latter (Damaged Goods)

I'm growing out my hair
Like it was when I was single
It was longer than I'd known you
I had no money then
I had no worries then at all
But with such a high standard of living
I just feel like I am dying
I would start an argument but you can barely even talk
But there is always good reason for your silence
You have to take care of some business
So I fix your plate and I stay out of the way
And you will stay like that forever
Right in front of your computer
You'll look up one day, but you won't recognize me

So now you want to change
You read a letter from a lawyer
Want to take me out to dinner
Want to bury me under a mound of shopping bags
Like it would really make a difference
Or make up for your disinterest
I'm a bill you pay, I'm a contract you can't break
And it is like I'm underwater
Or on an endless escalator
I just go up and up, but I don't ever reach the top
And it reads just like the Bible
Twenty centuries of scandal
I guess it all depends on how you interpret it

The word is love
The word is loss
The words are damaged goods
That I what I am
A lifetime gets chalked up to an experience
Coincidence, we are chained to the events, that's it


Mall of America

They say it's murder on your folk career
To make a rock record with the disappeared
We'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake
There is not an image that I must defend
There are no art forms now, just capitalism
So send the National Guard to the Mall of America
And they can dress dead bodies up in tight designer jeans
Diesel, Prada, it looks good, it looks good, yeah it does

I'm going to lie down with a common sound
I'm going to bury my blues so it's never found
I'm going to learn to pay attention to the television sets
And if my sadness needs a catalyst
I'll just uncover my eyes, so much stimulus
And at the shopping epicenter I have an agoraphobic fit
So buy a fountain soda, put some sugar on my tongue
I'll wake up and write some songs with no soul, with no soul


The Happiest Place on Earth

I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live
I don't want to be ashamed to be American
But opportunity, no, it don't exist
It's the opiate of the populace
We need some harder shit now
The truth is getting around
And each public school is a halfway house
Where the huddled masses somber up and up
There's not enough to fatten the cows and feed all of us
It's just a rationing of luck
What can't be bought gets raffled off
Oh God, good God
Shed greed on thee
Your shining sea turned a dirty green from the industry
Off the shores of New Jersey
I got a letter from the army, so I think that I'll enlist
I'm not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something
Too bad that nowadays you just point and click
Swing low satellite, hot white chariot!
In the computer's blue glare, the bombs burst in the air
There was a city once - now nothing is there
Our freedom comes at their expense
It makes sense, doesn't it?
Dollars and cents
They're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence
That is surrounding your housing development
Just in case you lack the confidence
My God, oh God, give strength to thee
These amber waves, purple majesty
Are nothing but backdrops for Disney
Well, look up close
It is superimposed on a blank blue screen
It is fantasy, fucking magical
The dream floats like a chemical through each snapped synapse
Our television past that is beautiful no more, no more


Survival of the Fittest/It's a Jungle Out There

He hides in his suit like a snake in the grass
His sales-pitch forked-tongue hissed
Now the wolves wear their name tags
They are hunting in packs
Herding their prey up the aisles and back
They're smiling
Their teeth are showing
While the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend
They swoop down to the scene of the car accident
To pick the victims to pieces
Then there is the sly silver fox
Makes his money tele-scamming notch babies
He says, "The end is near, buy my policy
I'll make you young again
I'll make you young again"

Loan sharks will circle, until they can make sure it's paid

Take the cash from my hand
Hear the register sing
And the roar of the lion logo on the screen
He's hungry, I should buy some popcorn
So I exit the dark, feeling blind in the sun
And the bobcats look tired
They ate their fill of asphalt
Because we need more parking
With so many up at the pulpit
Rams and bugs
The news cameras capture guerrilla warfare
Eagles into buildings crash landed
Despair is all that there is now
In a cubical cage that smells like a rat
Whose smile gets bigger along with your debt

Don't take it personal
It's just business



Propped up at the pulpit
A speech to please the poles
With Coca-Cola trickling down my throat
Well, would you save all of your bottles
If I promised a refund?
Its going to come, I swear
I swear, I swear, I swear that it is
If you've got a special interest
There is influence I could sell
Just like water takes the shape of where it is held
I'm overflowing with ambition but I got to keep in mind
The bottom line is the dollar signs and big bright lights
Inequality franchised, the next location is mine
We're going to lower costs
It's a work of art, our giant golden arch
I'm going to start a factory the size of a country
I'm going to teach them all to work for liberty
Oh, but I'm not one for handouts
No they got to pay their dues
They can make our shoes and then we'll walk on you
Always on the move
We heard that business will boom
If some people are removed
I know there's all body types
But we have just one size
I don't care if its right
It's the dollar signs and the big bright lights
Inequality franchised, every location is mine
You just do your part, form a line
Let's march under the golden arch
March, march, march, march


Hole in One

The man at the bank said, "Oh, let's not talk percentages"
You work a fourteen hour day, and still have two mortgages
You asked the state for aid
They gave you an ad campaign that didn't help
You took your family and joined in the urban sprawl
Can't see the stars as well but you're near the mall
Don't know where you stand no more
In line at a convenience store that's way too long
Used to work your land, fed a thousand mouths
Now you eat their shit for the money now
Emptied your heart to fill your bank account
Well, I should talk, I'm just the same
Buy my records down at the corporate chain
I tell myself I shouldn't be ashamed, but I am

So adolescence made her an activist
Now she's the one who does all the lecturing
They got their eighteen holes
She told them to dig one more, the dream is dead
Won't eat their food or wear their clothes
Always wants to know where her money goes
But will shell it out for filling up her nose
So run it up, I'll run my mouth
But never mind the shit that I sing about
Because I'd sell myself to buy a fucking house

Twelve thousand square foot, four car garage
Tennis court, swimming pool, in the backyard
I know it can seem like a lot
That's why I pay someone to clean it up
We're going to clean it up
My big house