by Brett Stevens on December 23, 2019

More from the DRI files:

Conform – It’s only need

Distort – Not what it seems

Resort – To the deed

Report – To the machine Modern day vendor that sells you hell

A line is formed, will you live to tell?

Money – machine, become all one

Hand to hand, the damage done Conform – No not alone

Distort – What’s always shown

Resort – The need again

Report – The machine again Was it over when it started?

Has the warmth since departed?

Did you put your life on hold?

On the shelf while firing the load?

And of course:

Suit and tie guy

With his fashion phases

And his quarterly raises

Feels he’s better than you and me Suit and tie guy

Thinks he’s real cute

In the bathroom for a toot

Until his nose starts to bleed Suit and tie guy

I see he always hurries

I know he always worries

He’s gonna die of a heart attack Suit and tie guy

On his way to feeding

Or an important meeting

Just like a car on a track Suit and tie guy

He travels between stations

With certain destinations

Never varying from that routine Suit and tie guy

And he’ll tell you in one word

That he is insured

And it’s not as bad as it may seem

In brutal fullness:

I play Pac-Man and I watch T. V.

I’m so happy ’cause it pleases me

I couldn’t really ask for anything else

Maybe my own chain of Taco Bells I’m perfectly happy right where I am

I could live forever in a traffic jam

It doesn’t really bother me to breath the poison air

I’d choke anyway, I don’t really care Sometimes I think about getting away for a while

But when I return I will be out of style

You may say I’m not an ambitious man

But let me tell you I’ve got some plans

Like there’s a new car I wanna buy

And a video cassette recorder yet I’m not sure why

I wanna get married and have three kids

‘Cause I’m lonely and I’ve got the hard dick

Commuter Man

Leaving all of us:

I’m building a spaceship in my backyard

Using pieces of our family car

I’m building this spaceship out of this car

So I can fly off and live among the stars

I’m gonna bail out before it’s too late

Get the fuck out, I’ll dwell in space

I’ll travel around at the speed of light

Enveloped by the darkness of eternal night

Discover the universe while you all die

I’ve got a future, so I say goodbye

I want to see what’s never been seen

I want to do what’s never been done

So I’m building a spaceship black, sleek and fast

I’ll fly out of here, ride out on the blast

Split this pit before it blows

I’ll watch it from the back seat

One last sick show

Tags: consumerism, dirty rotten imbeciles, emptiness, existential fear

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