Last week I would have said there's no waynToday I'm giving innI don't believe in what I now have to believe innBut no one sees and end to the endnnI have a recurrent memorynThe world has its legs spread in front of menNow they mark off the limits of the possiblenThey went on forever now they come togethernnBut legs can't stay uncrossed for longnThe pleasure can't escape the perversenWe have to stay togethernThe men have taken overnThe vainglorious masters of factnGive me back my childhoodnBut let me keep my beardnI'll be the freakish little mannnDo you feel inspirednI'm not fired up (all I feel is tired)nThere's no motive in miserynnYou're smiling through your teethnIt's shaken your beliefnThere's no hiding in self loathingnnYour friends are digging innAnd squirting out their kinnAnd giving up on self-definitionnnThis is a new age of conceit