Idle Chatter

Every minute people die and

Every other minute people are born

How did you spend that minute and

What was your involvement in either/or?

There's secret wars, radioactive fallout

Poison seeps in your pores, so keep indoors

I would give you more details

But I really have to be on my way

Go ahead and run

With your CD player as your escape pod

Your unfaithful god is your paycheck from your day job

But life spits on your eyes

Of you fleeing TV-land's compost heap

Be the apex of chaos

Have safe sex with stray dogs

Until you age fully any skin cream

Will turn a Cindi Lauper into a Cindy Crawford

But won't tell you could be eaten alive

At any city block or dive by Mossberg

Isn't self-pity awkward when your inner voice is a songbird

Muffled in your beliefs are incomplete crossword puzzles

And your self-conscious aquifer's been drained to a water puddle

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I would love to sit and chat, but I got to be on my way

Sorry I don't have the time to shoot your breeze or chew the fat or choose the fruits up in the trees and I lose track

You want a bright future to be pitch black, so I got to be on my way

I'm sorry there's no time allotted for your hijinks

So you should be fly-swatted, at least that's what I think

Go ahead and spend

But the dollar bill is nature's suicide note

Seek refuge at late hours in the Mayflowers

Like goin' from bottled cans and holograms

To cities full of Robocops who bleed soda pop

They put beauty, and it's by pigs, your love is a photo op

And LA's patron saint is a coca rock

Even the stars in the penthouse

Become sparse when I do another headcount

But it's a good day to die, and I've been diggin' a ditch

So I wave goodbye to what didn't exist

With demoralize the democratic demagogues

I get a pedagogue and dog fights all in my steady job

Its to break your fault line when it's all dark

And call a ball or strike in the ballpark

You forgot a small part

The reverend signed with the swine therapists in the asylum

You would be embarrassed if you died young

Maybe because you felt that Meredith was a shy nun

And you just took credit for which when she was high strung

But you didn't know from terrorists she'd buy guns

When you knew too much, she threw you off the terrace when you tried to run

Luckily a cypher full of whack MCs broke your fall

Now you cherish the rise of the sun after that close call

And cherish what I said most of all

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I would love to sit and chat but I got to be on my way

I'm sorry I don't have the time to shoot your breeze or chew the fat or choose the fruits up in the trees and I lose track

I want a bright future to be pitch black so I've got to be on my way

I'm sorry sir there's no time allotted

Therefore I had to fly swat it, I've got it

Driver's fiber optic is really a fine-tuned instrument

Implement several intimate moments tween you and your loved one

Thugs come from far or near, all with their scars, then leave tears

Comin' down their cheekbone, you seek the clones

What about speak in the zone, that is unbelievable

And California needs to get the beach comb

To find the edible tidbits and little bytes and gigabytes of information

A megabyte a betcha byte a bigga bite when you come here

But I'll stretch your life out in a long time sequence, long term

Strong germ, that's what I am

Analyzing every petri dish

You know that I'm so secretive

So just shh, shh, keep it on the hush-hush

Yeah, yeah, yeah