Stuff

We've got too much (Too much stuff) It's way more Than enough It's piling up all around I can't even sit down Well I don't want (All of this stuff) I'm not organized enough It's making me ill I need some other thrill (ooohhh) To take me away Relief from the day It's plain to see That this stuff Is collecting me I'd rather be (Remembered for) What I've said and done Not for what I bought Or commissioned by the ton So lure me away To waste another day It's plain to see That this stuff Has got a hold on me I guess it's the best way To coincide, organize, politicize And avoid genocide - I gotta hide! Yeah yeah yeah So take me away To waste another day It's plain to see That this stuff Completely owns me Will it end up in a bin Accelerating world's end Or displayed in a glass case My myth to embrace I can't judge (He's not above) Scrounging for a hit A brief reprieve from it Too much is never enough Stuff