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 millenium

You're living in America

Leave your conscience at the tone

And when you're living in America

At the end of the millenium

You're what you own

The filmmaker cannot see

And the songwriter cannot hear

And I see Mimi everywhere

Angel's voice 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 millenium

You're living in America

Where it's like the Twilight Zone

And when you're living in America

At the end of the millenium

You're what you own

So I own not a notion

I escape and ape content

I don't own emotion I rent

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 it my film

I hear it my song

Alexi-Mark

On call me a hypocrite

Mimi your eyes

I quit

Dying in America

At the end of the millenium

We're dying in America

To come into our own

And when you're dying in America

At the end of the millenium

You're not alone

I'm not alone

I'm not alone