Jimmy Tomorrow Testo

Are narrowed to fashion or violence
Adjustments, you make adjustments
There's nothing left wrong with me
That money can't cure
But I don't want to be somebody else's
Learning experience
Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance
I want magic in my real world
Some modern voodoo to make it work
Voodoo to make it work
I remembered what you sputtered
Chewing your stupid fuel
You said, you said, 'The amplification of the eternal
Present is the technology of desire.' Shoo!
I thought you were already corroded...
I said, 'You don't know me, I'll be the one
Pulling that perfect crime, flushing
This place down that huge hole
When I quit cigarettes.'
But, it was just more gas
We were all wearing falsies
...weren't we?
So I'll stop being clever
and just say it straight
I guess I set impossible goals
and I don't know when to quit
Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it?
[chorus]:
Found a cure for daylight yet?
Tom Tomorrow and Sermonette
Found a cure for gravity yet?
Yes, I'm addicted to roofs and jets
Found a cure for hunger yet?
Black coffee, cigarettes
Found a cure for desire yet?
I don't wanna talk about that,
I don't wanna talk about that
[repeat chorus]
I don't wanna talk about that
Why do you keep asking me?
[repeat chorus]
My goals?
My goals are to find a cure for irony
and make a fool out of God.