Oh, oh

Try not to think so much about
The [bad word] staggering amount
Of oil that it takes to make a record
All the shipping, the vinyl
The cellophane lining, the high gloss
The tape and the gear

Try not to [bad word] too consumed
With what's a criminal volume
Of oil that it takes to paint a portrait
The acrylic, the varnish
Aluminum tubes filled with latex
The solvents and dye, oh

Let's just call this what it is
The jealous side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go
Gonna leave behind things that won't [bad word] 
Try not to dwell so much upon
How it won't be so very long
From now that they laugh at us for selling
bunch of fifteen year olds made from dinosaur bones singing, "Oh yeah"
Again and again
Right up to the end

Let's just call this what it is
The jealous side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go
Gonna leave behind things that won't [bad word]  oh

I'll just call this what it is
My vanity gone wild with my crisis
One day this all will repeat
I sure hope they make something useful out of me