whatiamand dance

I'm on my knees to the queen of tv. I'm on my knees to the king of beers
Star light, star bright, I know it's time to stand up and fight
and I'm ready to do it with all my might, 
but I can't figure out what to smite
Won't you help me tell which is right. 
Shake a stick at the darkness or look for the light
'cause the picture's on, 
the color's gone so I spend every night with the black and white
Hit me!  Everybody's doing it, must be right

My feet are moving, my hands are swinging
My clock is tick tick tick
My pockets are the wrong size, or is it my pants
I'm a woman's. I'm a man's.  I'm a pose. I'm a stance
I'm in a trance 'til I can look at whatiamand dance

The whole world waits while I decide
should I take the cash or let that credit ride? 
Should I do it now or wait 'til later
when I'm muzak looking for an elevator? 
I know I wanna expose the lies
but I talk the stuff that launched a thousand flies
I can't say no. Can't say yes
Gonna lose my heart to the IRS
And if my heart should fall apart
I'm gonna hang it on the wall and call it art
Hit me! Gotta burn to learn. Better cut the cards

People say "Hey! Whatchu selling anyway?" 
Yeah, I heard, but I don't say a word
Somebody's got to make a space 
for all these words that people say to drop into
But their words come at me at the speed of sound 
which is more than one hundred miles an hour
I mean "What would you do? 
What would you say?"  
They say, "Ya hasta be a masta
in the art of forgetting down here"
I say, "Get on the road, get on the beam
Get out of the warehouse of broken dreams"
Can you help me look into that place?
Can you help me look into that dark, dark place?