Viva La Persistence Lyrics - Kimya Dawson

i dreamed i thanked scott ian for persistence of time 

back when steve and eva died that album changed my life 

it was a package of pure darkness tied up with a silver string 

delivered by a fast train rearranging how i think 

he said "i can't believe you even know that i exist, 

i've got all of your albums and i think you are the best" 

he started to cry and i started to laugh 

i gave him a hug and he gave me his autograph 

reeling in my disbelief, i know that it was just a dream 

all the covers that i see are different from the books i read 

everything is crumbling around me 

why does everything cost so much money? 

could somebody please help out my family? 

my mom needs hearing aids, new shoulders, and new legs 

my dad needs a break he works all day every day 

my brother needs a place and a job where he can make 

enough money to take care of his baby 

here's a simple dissertation on a complex situation 

money and intimidation and mass graves make strong foundations 

for the giant corporations that own all the TV. stations 

telling us to take vacations to their big theme park plantations 

rather than to hearts of nations 

where we might meet people on the street who say 

"i don't want my mtv 'cause it brought viva to its knees" 

and mom and pop are begging "please, globalization's killing me" 

while we think that they think they need all of the things we think we need 

like martha stewart shams and sheets and sugar free powdered iced tea 

vanilla coke, lemon pepsi, friends episodes on dvd 

i went to see the doctor of psychiatry 

weapons of mass instruction finally broke me 

he said "act your age, don't be afraid, take two of these. 

now listen real hard, put down that guitar, 

don't be a retard, be all that you can be" 

the things he said i could be were laid out right in front of me 

would i choose deep fried apathy, mcnuggets where my balls should be, 

or super sized conformity? i walked away and i'm still me 

free to go fucking crazy, free to know why i'm angry 

one and one and one is three and you and me is all i need 

singing songs, drawing cocks, picking locks to locked doors 

find deflated hearts, and pump them up