I don’t understand how a Hummer so grand answers really simple questions of life. LOOK! Mommy’s on the cellphone… paintin’ her face to the rhythm of the traffic lights. In the manicured parkways of suburban anytown… Hummer’s tires’ll never touch the dirt. Never a tow… never a scratch… for speedbumps always alert. Hummer insures Mommy’s life… but she’ll need post-accident trauma relief…
Chipped her nail…
Spilled her mocha…
All mangled up in grief.
Don’t cry for me… the dregs of your social tree… i’ll be alright… and sleep with the stars tonight.
It seems to be… many shopping sprees seem ridiculous even to me. You’ve been there before… the rich or the poor… blind irrationality. It’s a culture where success worships the bling that you’ve got in the bank. From the day that we’re born… we’re taught to conform. The poison Kool-Aid we’ve all had a drank. What you do… is who you are… doc… lawyer… cop… teacher of kids… the tender of a bar. But the bling is where it’s at and the toys that you buy show the world… all to see.
You’re a success…
No need to confess…
It’s all in your confident beam… but I said…
Don’t cry for me… the dregs of your social tree… i’ll be alright… and sleep with the stars tonight.
I’m lucky to live in the USA… a wonderful land of plenty. It allows me to reach the higher levels of need… Doctor Phil… I DON’T NEED ANY! When I’m on my feet… in the middle of the day… watchin’ Hummers speedin’ by… i quietly wonder if Brittany and Brad see the strength they’ve got inside. Now the salesmen have their eyes on us… do you know what they’ve found? That perception… is reality… and they’re playin’ us all for clowns. Buy this toothpaste… drink this beer…
It defines who you are…
Just GIVE US ALL YOUR MONEY…
And we’ll make you a silicone star… but I said…
Don’t cry for me… the dregs of your social tree… i’ll be alright… and sleep with the stars tonight.
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