The Neighborhood Phrenologist

So it's the Age of Information This is the Land of Opportunity And I know nothing But that just makes it all so new to me Everybody's selling something That's what I heard him say He sold me his shadow I wear it everyday I laugh to keep from trying To believe what I see I only think about the barrel When it's pointed at me When you're doubtful of salvation But certain of your sin It's not polite to point your finger Just volunteer your chin The hellow leaf is upon me I wear my sleep shade walking in the park Not so I won't see you I'ts just that I love the dark I laugh to keep from trying To believe what I see I only think about injustice When it happens to me It never happens to me