The Dial Tone Lyrics

You may try to organ-ize it,

Categorize or ties-that-bind it

You will never understand or

Hold it all in your little hand

You may try to keep it going,

Keep that muddy river flowing

You will never know the truth or

What it'd even be worth to you

Who in the hell do you even think you are?

You may try to give it meaning,

Reify it in repeating

You will never be quite sure if

You can even call it yours

You may try to up n change it,

Make it new by rearrangin but

It'll never fit quite right

No matter how many times you try

So who in the hell do you even think you are?

Did you hesitate?

Money machine for your landlord and the state

In due time, they will learn how to obliterate asshole

You're the hapless wannabe-the-protagonist

Little tyrant over all of your experience

Committed to the bit but nothing is permanent no so

Who in the hell do you even think you are?

And like a dial tone,

There's a no-and-nothing where a priest may place a soul

Where you return

You keep waiting for change to come in a world that's always changing

It's like a curse