Well, I've read the books
And stared back at the phony looks
And heard all the corny hooks
From the north, south, east and the west

The exact impact of the stacks of facts
Cannot be tracked or calculated
Into this burning sun

No! Six billion people, twelve billion arms
One golden smile, snake charm
They must be up to no good

The lawyers and the cancer
The lip-syncing break dancers
Life is not a recreation