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