Weather Report

crazy loopy roller coaster ride
god knows where the good men hide
the little people in their inflated skins
will someday have to pay for their deadly sins
the door to door salesman comes riding on the air
on tv screens flashing his fangs bare
there's an invisible chain tied to your brain
lord there is no love in this pain
time is the dying man on his death bed
no one ever heeded any word he said
he wondered why they never saw the sign
its who am i not where's mine ?
the age of the intelligent machine
the plastic spastic human bein
where even gods advertise on the tv screen
nothings been done but everything's been foreseen
and it doesn't look pretty my dear little brother
nothings ever gonna change cept the rotting weather
lets pack up our bags and make a run
run till we die in the heat of the sun
father they know not what they have done
everything's been lost and nothings been won
everyone stares vacant into the barrel of a gun
and that's why this world i carelessly shun
and that's why i run like the prodigal son