Your cardboard houses
 And your tin can cars
 You sit and you wonder
 Wonder where you are

 Your diamond rings
 They all look the same
 You sit and you wonder
 You wonder who too blame?

 Who's to blame?
 You're in the frame now

 With your canned cough medicine
 And your wonder [bad word] 
 Youve got more cures
 Than you got sickness of

 Cancer: cancer of the mind

 Got an escape key on my neck
 Got a million dollars in each shoe

 Got a million million million friends
 Don't give a [bad word] which way they choose

 It'd take a fool to sing the blues
 It takes a fool to sing the blues

 Fallen on sad times
 But those are all gone
 So have those mad times
 But now it's gone
 [bad word] on
 The time is today
 The time is the flood
 The time is the past
 The time is the future
 The time is the future
 It's the future
 It's the future...
 And now
 And now
 Now now...
 Brown cow?