When all is said and done
  Gonna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down
  And put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags
  And take them down
  Down to the town
  In a Monte Carlo
  With Stevie Nicks
  Interior, white leather
  And you're the last thing on my list
  But, you're the first thing I'm gonna remember
  When I wake up
  It's all gonna come to be
  The same bad video for 20 years
  It's all gonna come to be
  Optimistic xerox of yourself
  It's easier when you're self-made
  You can pack it up and put it on the highway
  You can fill up the air with bad breath
  'Cause it's already polluted and reconstituted
  And filtered back into the system
  And packaged up
  And the space age is running out of distance
  You/It can leap out
  And disconnect all the connections
  Program the appliances to puke on the floor
  'Cause it's all gonna come to be
  Self-indulgent
  Yeah, it's all gonna come to be
  The same old noise you never wanted to see
  Mexican speed-metals, things
  Casserole fruit-salad hairgel
  Self-inflicted life-affirming hell
  
  Is that slack?
  Is that crack?
  Are those dogs or're those dogmas?
  Are those clogs or platform shoes
  On your feet
  Take your Johnny Cashmachine
  And your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night
  Like a plane crash
  Survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam
  And the love that is breathin'
  Is the love that is spraypainting
  Vandalizing everything you own
  'Cause it's all gonna come to be
  The same bad scene for 20 years
  Yeah, it's all gona come to be
  Optimistic xerox of yourself
  Predictions of debilitating health
  Whining all night long
  Wining and dining
  Climbing into the rafters
  Shredding your afro
  Taking karate lessons
  Sucking in the banges (?)