1989

1989                             April 23, 2011

I see all those token wells,

Wells where we drop coins and shit,

And I have to wonder, "What if?"

I want more, more love,

More money, to live on a rocket,

To live without shame.

I want this and I want that,

For that Goddamn monkey

To jump off my fucking back.

This day is not 1989,

Not any way, not now, not no how.

But how can I live such a life

And expect to revert back

To those golden olden times,

Times when I hadn't a clue,

And times that weren't so blue?

Those times were rapturous,

Without desires of flesh,

Sans bigotry or hate.

The Eastern Bloc died in 1989.

Won't grown ambitions

Do the same for me?

I get a-rattled every time I think,

And I get a-rattled every time I sink.

Seems as if there's no happy medium

For me to be between.

I'm just a jealous guy, my man.

I'm just a jealous guy, I tell you,

Because of that 1989,

Because of that year of wonders,

Because I "woke the fuck up,"

And you just think that now,

I'm an even bigger child than before.