You're obsessed and distressed
'Cause you can't make any sense
Of the ludicrous nonsense
And incipient senescence
That will deem your common sense useless
This ain't no recess!

I want to believe in you,
But my plan keeps falling through
I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bear the truth
And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes

But I- I'm a materialist, a full-blown realist (physical theorist)
I guess I'm full of doubt,
So I'm prone to have it out with you
I'm a materialist; there ain't no fear in this
It's there for all to see,
So don't talk of hidden mystery with me...

Mind over matter it really don't matter
If the street's idle chatter turns
Your heart strings to tatters
Flatter hopes don't flatter and
Soul batter won't congeal to mend a life
That's shattered into shards
Was it in the cards?

The Process of Belief is an elixir when you're weak
I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak,
But generally my outlook's not so bleak! (and I'm not meek!)

I'm a materialist; call me a humanist
I guess I'm full of doubt
So I'll gladly have it out with you
I'm a materialist; I ain't no deist
It's there for all to see,
So don't talk of hidden mystery with me...

Like Rome under Nero, our future's one big zero
Recycling the past to meet the immediate needs
And through it all we amble forth with perseverance and climb
Our mountains of regret sow our seeds

A materialist (x4)