It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
Since I felt fine.

Now all the songs are about gangsters and guns and the TV speeds by at 100 deaths an hour and everyone wants to pull off the crime of the century.

Steal two hundred gazillion dollars,
enough to buy myself an island
and build a real honest-to-God train on it
for no one but me.
And get away with it.
Get away with it.

We Americans are freedom-loving people
and nothing says freedom like getting away with it.
We went from Billy the Kid to Richard Nixon,
Enron, Exxon, O.J. Simpson...

We used to dream about heroes,
but now it's just how to beat the system.
So where to we go to dream now?
Up on the roof of the projects,
straining through the city lights to see
if they've built golden arches on the moon yet?

Self-medicated, pacifated, trying our best to stay distracted,
living life according to the TV set.
Corporations owning nations,
telling us "don't change the station,
it's the only safe way to win the human race."
I wonder how the world sees us.
Rich beyond compare, powerful without equal,
a spoiled, drunk,
15-year-old waving a gun in their face.

It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
It's been a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
Since I felt fine.