Love's nothing more than a stain on a dress
Watching things you sold being purchased for less
Euthanasia, that's easy to ingest
And they call this making progress

If you take a billion plus a little finesse
That dreamy Yale boy's cashing in on their success
Then you take a bath in Uncle Sam's treasure chest
That equals making progress

Meanwhile I am drowning in an ocean of stress
Analyzing data for a sure sure bet
An affordable commodity that I can invest
Your love, your sweet sweet love I guess

Baby, baby, it would be the best
If we got together tonight and regressed

It's not like we'd be devolving
And the world won't stop revolving
Could forget the problems no one's solving
Surely I jest, and you're not listening anyway

Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess
So repress your insecurities and take off that dress
Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess
Will be a fine day for making progress
Will be a fine day for making progress