[Verse 1] Going through a world of sad debris Regarding quixotic reveries of ownership The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision But I want something more [Verse 2] Racing through a life of tragic wastage I experience the loss of trust and innocence The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision But I want something... More!
accretion, wastage, quixotic, tenure, ownership