Love, Springfield

Log me on,
Open a file,
Sell me the world at any price
Ten thousand shares
I’m almost there
To a fiscal paradise
It’s no mean feat
Ctrl-Alt-Delete
Can’t minimize the display
My inbox destroyed
Can no longer avoid
This site of cyber warchild’s play

I hear the margin call,
Step out to greet my day’s defeat
I count the cobblestones
Forming the floor of Fulton Street
How they crumble at my feet

Send my love to Springfield, baby
My regards to Columbine
My finger’s on the trigger
Of a ruthless paradigm
Tomorrow Peter will be paid
On Paul’s promise today
But right now’s just a day trade
From just slipping away,
Slipping away, slipping away…

My mouse is sick
Still I point and click
A Revelation link
I laugh at this
Apocalypse
And pour myself a drink
I close my e-mail
To no avail
Decide there’s hell for all to pay
And this state of rages
Is contagious
As I download Judgment Day

I hear the siren song
I see the NRA’s wet dream
Hand-held atomic bombs
Made from old cans of plain whipped cream
Contained within my twelve-inch screen

So send my love to Springfield, baby
My regards to Columbine
My finger’s on the trigger
Of a useless paradigm
Tomorrow Peter will be paid
On Paul’s promise today
But right now’s just a day trade
From just slipping away,
Slipping away, slipping away…

I hear the margin call,
My fingers reach out to delete
I kiss the gray asphalt
That was the floor of Fulton Street
How it crumbled at my feet

Send my love to Springfield, baby
My regards to Columbine
My finger’s on the trigger
Of a ruthless paradigm
Tomorrow Peter will be paid
On Paul’s promise today
But right now’s just a day trade
From just slipping away,
Slipping away, slipping away…