Your hubcaps cost more than my car
And your car costs more than my house
Your house costs more than I could make in twenty years
But your balloon costs the same as mine!
As you drive away, I laugh with my friends
'Cause I just cost you your life
And when they find your body slumped over the wheel
I'll be in bed soundly asleep...
Your epitaph was written by a Cardinal
Your coffin was carved out of a tree
Your funeral was attended by thousands
But your overdose was arranged by me
As I read the morning paper, I laugh with my friends
I just took out a man of God
He is survived by seven kids and precious wife
He died of unknown causes in his car
Daylight come
Daylight go
How far will it reach
Ain't nobody know
And when the dawn breaks
The cradle will fall
And down come baby
Cradle and all
Now I know you need the dark
Just as much as the sun
But you're signing on forever
When you ink it in blood
A.E.I.O.U.E.I.O.U.A.E.I.O.U.I.
I used my state of the art
Technology
Supposed to make for better living
Are we better human beings
We've got our wires all crossed
Our tubes are all tied
And I'm straining to remember
Just what it means to be alive
A life worth living
Now you can feel it in your chest
Building like little bullets
Just building up the nest
And you build it up strong
And you fill it up with love
And you pray for good rain
All from the lord above
A.E.I.O.U.E.I.O.U.A.E.I.
I used my state of the art
Technology
Now don't you forget it
It ain't using me
Cause when the power goes out
I got over me
Cause the powers going out
I mean the powers going out
I mean it the powers going out
I really mean it the powers going out
Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
'Though you know you're in the red dread
Red dread red dread red dread red dread red dread red
I'm your media friend
Transparent so close friend
Are you green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
'Though you know you're in the red dread
Red dread red dread red
I'm your media friend
Around the clock religion
Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
'Though you know you're in the red dread
Red dread red dread red dread red dread red dread red
I'm your media friend
With you to the rainbow end
Green to feel blue