Political infatuation - a feeling like (?)nIf you look on the surface you'll find nothingnLook to your mother, pension saintsnThe heroes on motorcyclesnThe belief in fact, not truthnLoud radios unsettling my nervesnAs we look back in tune to the (?) soundnBelief in what? Belief in yourselfnContradict yourselfnIndividuality must and has got to disappearnYou can sneer, bitch, and ignorenWe don't care what you think or what you neednnI don't know why I do the foolish things that I donI don't know why I drink so hard to escape from these movie bluesnShe says, don't listen to their liesnYou gotta make your feelings knownnJack Nance HairnTry to realizenYou gotta get that meaningnGet back your fire againnMake your vision knownnnI don't know why my brain feels broken like the earth outsidenFeels like little holes come together inside of my mindnShe said, don't bother with those drugs you tooknYou gotta get back on the stagenJack Nance HairnTry to realizenYou gotta get that meaningnBack in your act againnMake your feelings shownOh you gotta get that feelingnGet back your heart againnAnd make that meaning shownnSo together we stand and feel stronger and braver for itnYoung, free and singlenLike the crack in the 45nThat makes the guitar snap all nightnAnd in the morning it starts all over againnWe aren't cartoon charactersnPain is truthnWe wear our bitten mouths and fingernailsnnWe have nWe have torn idealsnComet Gain has torn idealsnnGo home and listen to your cracking needlenYour records in their stained sleeves