-written by Jeremy Gloff
-originally appeared on The Basement Lounge - Hot Lunch (1995)
-appears on the CD version of Heavy Machinery
THE STORY:
Recognitions of confinement and sociology at a young age.
THE LYRICS:
The auburn actress trapped at a fast food
dive
She’s lost her ambition
She’s forgotten her drive
And the manager mommy’s got displeasure on her
face
She’s 32 and she wants to get out of this place
Another generation caught up in the rage
Heeding to the comfort of the minimum wage
Well it’s all that we know
What else can we go for?
A flame-y dancer trapped inside of his mirror
With his pre-prescribed image and a six pack
of beer
And he proudly flaunts the fact that he’s
sleeping
with men
Well it’s none of my business what you do in
your bed
Sex is only a fraction of your personality
But labels provide identity
It’s all that we know
Where’d the individual go?
The bitchy blonde beauty rolls yet another
joint
She’s lost her faith and her passion only weed
can anoint
Some say it makes you laugh harder, makes you
more at ease
Well I’d rather feel what I feel because that’s
more real
She wants to be poet she wants to be admired
But her faith in the world’s grown weary and
tired
She’s getting stone cold
She’s gotten jaded and old…
