Here I go against the grain 
It's time to yet again complain 
And make some noise 
We've got all our sciences 
Making our appliances 
To dull the pain 
It's novocain for the soul 

Hollywood, pop culture's best
You do no good, you vultures' nest 
And I want out 
It's gambling now, the more you wait 
And think that you can have your Kate and Edith, too 
And so to lose your own soul

I'll call your bluff, I've had enough 
Oh no Ho-Jo

So is it fantasy or reality t.v.? 
So here's your world condoned 
You get the chisel, I'll get the stone

Know that with each path we take 
We become the choices that we make 
It's true, and so do you 
Forbear to keep obstinate will 
And to choose to wait until the dream dissolves 
And we're absolved from our guilt 

I'll call your bluff, I've had enough 
Oh no Ho-Jo

So is it fantasy or reality t.v.? 
So here's your world condoned 
You get the chisel, I'll get the stone
So numbed, to fate resigned
And in your grave you'll lie
And in your grave you'll lie