Lyrics Sensory Deprivation - Paleface

Daijal gave african-americans crack and white americans Prozac
I know that
Jesse Helms is really Oswald Pohl and Bob Dole leads Coal Control
And Swiss banks are an old faithfull laundromat for the likes of Helmut Kohl
Beer, pinball and jazzy soul
Relax and enjoy a passive bowl
I'm the man behind that Grassy Knoll
Watch your step and mind that massive hole
To really find a classy role is what every actor dreams
How can an equation of one factor seem attractive like tractor beem
Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one

Grown men worry about other things like receeding hairlines
I'm smuggling illegal xylitol on Singapore Airlines
I warm my hands on top of a burning pile of 780000 printed copies of "Howl"
So this is what freedom of speech soaked in gasoline smells like
The stench is foul
"A pale rider should appear when you hear the hoot of a horned owl"
The only political movement I sense right now is in my bowel
Nowhere close to '68, I feel stronger kinship with the spirit of '69
Cropped heads and heavy boots
Fred Perry kicks behinds, my lackies fix me lines
But I certainly don't snort them
Now thanks to Father Metro
I don't burn microphones, I support them

And finally faith steps in and sees you through
The lone spectator screams "yoohoo!"
She said I dreamt of smaller things when I was little
Well, my dreams grew too
As I got older I told them, "another 88 days to carry this boulder around my shoulders and then I'm free to do whatever I please"
But until then I see 25000 warheads pointed right at me, no!
I don't wanna be a big baller, shot caller
I wanna be Gustav Mahler
Despite my uncontrollable obsession with mammary glands
I see glam-rock bands turn to goths in front of camera stands
Injected with truth serum
I scare them as I testify:
"All I wanted all along to do cover songs by Procol Harum"