'55 Chevrolet

They say it's gonna rain tomorrow
better figure out what we're gonna need
When big mama's tears of sorrow 
cause the rising of the sea
'cause there's too many ants for the anthill
too many bees for the hive 
and when the queens lose the power
only the strong can survive

We'll take just what we need. Won't give in to greed
'til they carry us away and if we don't succeed
'cause we ain't up to speed. Let 'em bury you and me
In a '55 Chevrolet

The little dogs try to right the balances 
while the big dogs write the checks
No problem there's peace out in cyberbia
"Revenge of the Spokesmodels" is coming on next
Gonna take a tidal wave in the land of the brave 
to clean these decks
In the meantime I'll have the anxiety sandwich 
between slices of birth and death
You can hold the sex, hold it anywhere you want to, butÉ        
                 
Revolution gave birth to this great nation 
now it sells us shoes and cars
Old bald eagle better fly pretty high 
or she ain't gonna fly too far
PR tells me where I stand
My clothes tell me who I are
But in the end we're all gonna stand naked 
and you can tell the lovers by their scars        
        
I see me and my lover 
Riding down the highway
into the sunset 
with the top down
They say it's gonna rain tomorrow
Better figure out just what we're gonna need