Youre obsessed and distressed cause you cant make any sense Of the ludicrous nonsense and incipient senescence That will deem your common sense useless This aint no recess I want to believe in you but my plans keep falling through I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bare the truth And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes And Im no fool Im materialist, a fullblown realist And I guess Im full of doubt so Im prone to have it out with you Im materialist, there aint no fear in this Its there for all to see, so dont talk of hidden mystery with me Mind over matter, it really dont matter If the streets idle chatter turns your heartstrings to tatters Flatter hopes dont flatter and soul batter wont congeal to mend a life thats shattered into shards Was it in the cards? The process of belief is an elixir when youre weak I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak But generally my outlooks not so bleak And Im not meek Im materialist, call me a humanist And I guess Im full of doubt so Ill gladly have it out with you Im materialist, I aint no deist Its there for all to see, so dont talk of hidden mystery with me Like Rome under Nero, our futures one big zero Recycling the past to meet immediate needs And through it all we amble forth to persevere and climb Our mountains of regret to sow our seeds Im materialist Im materialist Im materialist Im materialist
materialist, flatter, deist, incipient, hidden