I Hear Things Are Just As Bad Down In Lake Erie Lyrics - Singles - Broadways

another ugly fucking stare 

friendly faces seem so few and far between 

the older i get it seems i'm just a piece of shit 

to those even older than me 

why am i so fucking bad? 

i've been to school ever since i was three 

and i'm part of a happy family 

well my agenda might not be the same as yours 

more to do with peace of mind and less to do with greed 

i don't live vicariously through my tv 

if i had a wish i'd do away with capitalist society 

i'd build a world where smiles and love are worth more than money 

and if this world blew up i'd finally get a decent night's sleep 

and every night i pray for sweet dreams and an h-bomb 

but my bomb didn't fall today 

looked at the sky and prayed for metal rain 

yesterday i stared out at the water, lawn chair in the sand all day 

and as the sun kissed the horizon and the day began to fade 

and people got into their cars and drove the fuck away 

and the sounds of modern industry drifted lazily into space 

but the fish are still dead in the water 

and the machine starts up again at 8 

and when the by-products of progress are human lives instead of fish 

it will be too late to realize our mistakes 

our quest for progress has become so fucking absurd 

thank god for juicers vcrs and quisinarts 

meanwhile people are still fucking blind 

meanwhile we're all dying of aids 

o the neutron bomb is so fucking ingenious 

kill a million people instantly but preserve their machines 

erase a culture and a race 

but their fax machines are safe 

just another fucking reason why i hate this fucking place 

the fish are fucking dead in the water 

and the ugly stares persist 

and i forgot how to smile 

is it our culture, our species or just our sick state of mind 

that makes us so proficient in hate? 

yeah we blew up japan and they bought our real estate 

and the indians never saw a dime 

we look out for #1 so much that #2 is dehumanized 

if you don't believe me then take a look out on the street 

human fucking beings living in refridgerator boxes 

begging assholes like you and me for money just to eat 

the fish are all dead in the water and the feelings are dead on the shore 

and the only dream i have is for an h-bomb to come 

and blow us fucking up 

so you don't have to hear me bitch anymore