Culture Vulture

Numbers turn to money,
 Ain't it funny how it built
 To spend the whole of our lives running on the crunch and on assumption[?]
 There's reason in repeating rhymes and throwing keys and swapping wives,
 As long as it's within the privacy of our own private lives,
 Stuck with no direction seeking everyone's attention
 Or for his or her's affection
 Fall out of cover and collection
 No viagra, no erection,
 No issurance, no protection,
 And no cure and no prevention
 Did you ever think to mention
 The smaller house the smaller town
 Where [?] does the rounds
 Giant fish in tiny ponds
 Where nothings really going on
 And everyone knows everyone
 And everybody's "goings on"
 And everyone wants everyone to try to ** to get along
 A-N-X-I-E-T-Y
 The booze will cut you loose if even for a day or two or three
 Or four or five or six or ten,
 You'll never be the same again
 And people won't remember you
 Your children and your children's dues
 We'll hope in gods
 And place to dig the hole for their remains
 A-N-X-I-E-T-Y
 Do I feel so (name) and so uptight
 A-N-X-I-E-T-Y
 Do I feel you so (name) and so uptight
 I hope I sleep tonight
 So then you change the channel, turn the cheek and look the other way
 Your life now on hiatus, checks the status of your friend's new status
 Tell them all about those bangs
 Tell them all, and to be frank, tell them all those people died,
 Let's see what's on the other side
 And no one cares cause no one minds
 Cause everybody's filled their time with everything that's going on
 And on and on and on and on
 And on until the end of times
 Growing up and getting older
 Just another culture vulture