[Verse 1]
Try not to think so much about
The truly staggering amount of oil that it takes to make a record
All the shipping, the vinyl, the cellophane lining, the high gloss
The tape and the gear

[Verse 2]
Try not to become too consumed
With what's a criminal volume of oil that it takes to paint a portrait
The acrylic, the varnish, aluminum tubes filled with latex
The solvents and dye

[Chorus]
Let's just call this what it is
The gentler side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go
Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose

[Verse 3]
Try not to dwell so much upon
How it won't be so very long from now that they laugh at us for selling
A bunch of 15-year-olds made from dinosaur bones singing 'oh yeah'
Again and again
Right up to the end

[Chorus]
Let's just call this what it is
The gentler side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go
Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose
[Outro]
I'll just call this what it is
My vanity gone wild with my crisis
One day this all will repeat
I sure hope they make something useful out of me