Culture Vulture - Morning Parade

Numbers turn to money

Ain’t it funny how we’re built

To spend the whole of our lives running

Number crunching 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

Out for his or hers affection

For I’ve got the recollection

No Viagra, no erection

No insurance, no protection

And no cure and no prevention

Did you ever think to mention

A smaller house, a smaller town

Where bladed gossip does the rounds

Giant fish in tiny ponds

Where nothing’s really going on

And everyone knows everyone

And everybody’s goings-on

And everyone wants everyone

To try to fuck to get along

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 too

We alone can contemplate

And dig the hole for their remains

Do I have you so innate

And so uptight, yeah

Do I have you so innate

And so uptight

I hope I sleep tonight

I hope I sleep tonight

I hope I sleep tonight

I hope I sleep tonight

So then you change the channel

Turn your 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 bags

Tell them all, but do 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 time

No way to know about what’s right

Growing up and getting older

Just another culture vulture