Chain me onto a student altar
dusty glass in the alternative tourist quarter

Where's my wheel bag?
We need to bring the fun back,
by magic it will come back

One day you're up
The next, you're fucked
Can't choose the ride
if you must survive

Can't Satan be bribed?
Too stupid to die
Too old to learn to flip & fly

We need the experienced people
We need their controlled aggression
We need their poker faces
their coat-sleeve aces
their airs & stupid graces
We need their moral murk
their covert net worth,
gold-lined hair shirts
& wet-job mirth,
blooded at birth
their scorn for skirts & cocaine desserts
Come on! Come on, play GHB for me!

No more tiger glass in the sacred river
Keep the algae out of my liver
What's done is done,
o my precious one...

We need the experienced people
We need their controlled aggression
We need their poker faces
their coat-sleeve aces
their airs & stupid graces
We need our comeback frantic
We need to restore the magic
We need our talismans
our ageless brands
our Sweatshopstans
our also-rans (for) Good Samaritan' scams
& Krugerrands,
more Free Speech gang-bang,
Come on, old man!