Lyrics

not a whole lot
not a whole lot changes

not a whole lot
not a whole lot changes

not a whole lot
not a whole lot changes

I’m too many heartbeats a minute
my bed is sheet-twisted and I’m sleepless
my brain is baffled
boggled and battle-fatigued

I’m my career
I’m radio static
I’m my income traffic
the car I drive
I’m panic
and I need TV for my dreams

the seventh eleven
seven heaven
I’m green
I want I need
I want I need convenience
I am addicted
and I’m six digits
ambitions bloating
I’m busy noisy
infidelities to the dream I had
of who I might turn out to one day be

I’m caffeinated and incorporated
cog in the wheel of the machinery
naked aggressive
nightly newsish
and stress-related
on the couch I’m home plate
I’m crack cocaine and cholesterol
I play hard ball
I mean business
and I’ve got a hard-on for hate
what is a god and whose is this country?
when it’s only city me and mine ?
I see my life flash before me
when I try to sleep
I am product

not a whole lot
not a whole lot changes
(i can)

not a whole lot
not a whole lot changes
(i can)
I can