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