[ Featuring the Machines of Creation ]
It's like Broadway scenes
Unreal it seems to me
Pictures of a thousand words that gleam
And hides the unseen
Like Picasso hiding in a local drive-in
We can't outgrow the world
The Popes insulting
It's rigged, not faulty
It's OK to wake up
Coz you've been so far away
It's OK to wake up
Coz that's who you are today, so far away
Just like the Broadway dreams
So real they seem to me
I like the poster girls
They seem to cover my needs
When they're down on their knees
Like Muammar Gaddafi
There's no time to be laughing
They sold the world a TV show
A sole prediction
With a final conviction
