I don't have the time
There's water in my hourglass
And the sand is in my eyes

I don't have my mind
There's flickering lights in my head
And my reasons are all lies

Today is just the same old same old
Too many teeth behind those smiles
And I don't care about the stories told
If it means more, more, more,
More frequent-flyer miles
More secretary smiles
More

I'm dangerous, I'm your best friend
I'm a colour-blind chameleon
I'm moving up, I know what's going down
I'm just an urban
Super human
The consumer and the consumed

I don't have the reasons
I lost them in the fire
Of my ambition to be
Something, somebody not me

I don't have a saviour
I'm too smart
To be taken in by
Your prayers and your incense and that round-trip to heaven

Today is just the same old same old
Too many teeth behind those smiles
And I don't care about the stories told
If it means more, more, more
More frequent-flyer miles
More secretary smiles
More