Nature avoids a bore
We have brains, permeated by ideas
Shrill thoughts cascade from our lips
Targeting problems with solutions like the hips of emmui
Are we bored with our noise?
The idea that now there is nothing new under the stars
That Clark Gable
Amelia Earhear and others have done it all before us
The next-to-nowhere generation?
This can lead to a chaotic exasperation
Desperate are we to find the expressions unique
We need a new word for love
And fewer words for hate and fear
Here we are, chanting, as American as druids can be
Here we are, charting our orbids down the highway sea
Here we bare our assets to the winos in a park of victory
Can you hear a wailing, of the words we try to be?