Big city friction factors in
The 8 month blues that settle in
When there's nothing you can't get

Over, you'll let it all ride on a
4-leaf cover


Let's count hours, let's count days
Let's count the people counting ways
Of keeping up with the static

Quo, and I'm still waiting for
The punchline


To the joke that no one's getting
Is there anybody else who's
Looking for a foxhole out from

The 4 walls that they're stuck
Between


I can't laugh or be offended who
The god they're grabbing turns to lead
And the more they get the more they

Let it weigh them down

The daily diatribe begins

The stale coffee smells like %#@!
Visionaries are out of focus
Econochrist defeats the purpose


Let's count dollars, let's count cents
Pocket the check, spare the expense

And every friday sign your
Life away on the dotted punchline