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


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


Let's just call this what it is
The jealous side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go

Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose

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

Let's just call this what it is

The jealous side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go
Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose


I'll just call this what it is
My vanity gone wild with my crisis

One day this all will repeat
Now I sure hope they make something useful out of me