Not So Dense

Have you ever felt too far gone to be a sinner
 But you know yourself too well to ever be a saint?
 Well it's okay 'cause the kids are making models of God out of paper mache
 Why did you ever vow to take the decadent path?
 'Cause you smile like a devil and shut up like a trap
 Well it's okay 'cause you fixed your scruff so now you can be properly scragged
 Despair and disease spread on dollar bills
 Convenience, well it strips you bare of consciousness
 Have you ever felt a moment of aphasia?
 Have you ever met your match at the apex?
 You ever fall down so hard that everything shakes
 Have you ever been in the corner of the room
 And it feels like the farthest corner of the world?
 Did you find it hard just to be so sure?
 Well there ain't no arrows on the moon
 And there ain't no wishes on the stars
 And there ain't no hero in your world
 We got no reason to feel sure
 Farmed in a factory gets devoured
 And the manmade machinery gets empowered
 And if you don't your milk young man
 You know it will turn sour
 And I watch sixty minutes go by hour after hour after hour!