What You Own

Well, I guess I'm off to sell my soul
Mark Cohen for Buzzline, coming up
Devil-worshipping welfare queens are coming to take your jobs
Oh, my God

Don't breathe too deep
Don't think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away, just play the game

You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own

The filmmaker cannot see
And the songwriter cannot hear
And I see Mimi everywhere
Angel's voices is in my ear
Just tighten those shoulders
Just clench your jaw 'til you frown
Just don't let go
Or you may drown

You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Where it's like the Twilight Zone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own

So I own not a notion
I escape and then they content
I don't own emotion, I rent
What was it about that night? (What was it about that night?)
Connection in an isolating age

For once the shadows gave way to light
For once I didn't disengage
Angel, I hear you, I hear it
I see it, I see myself (I see you, I hear it, I feel it, I hear it, my song)

Oh, let's see, march, call me a hypocrite
(Lead me alright)
I quit

Dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're dying in America
To come back tomorrow
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone

I'm not alone
I'm not alone