Enough searching to know that we've lost ourselves in our slot machines, shotguns, and stripmalls baby your technology so slick and functional and me without my nuclear arsenal And if I could kill without guilt or sin there'd soon be a few less record executives and if I could kill and recieve forgiveness there'd sure as hell be one less president there's got to be a pill for forgiveness there's got to be a trigger for happiness Automatic sensory remote control weather sattelites manipulate your soul efficiently without a modicum of grace I want to go out with a smile on my face