Trigger for Happiness

Saturday, 13 July 2002

wish I could write like this:

Enough search­ing to know
that we’ve lost our­selves
in our slot ma­chines, shot­guns, and strip­malls
ba­by your tech­nol­o­gy
so slick and func­tion­al
and me with­out my nu­clear ar­se­nal
And if I could kill with­out guilt or sin
there’d soon be a few less record ex­ec­u­tives
and if I could kill and re­cieve for­give­ness
there’d sure as hell be one less pres­i­dent

there’s got to be a pill for for­give­ness
there’s got to be a trig­ger for hap­pi­ness
Automatic sen­so­ry re­mote con­trol
weath­er sat­telites ma­nip­u­late your soul
ef­fi­cient­ly with­out a mod­icum of grace
I want to go out with a smile on my face

Machines of Loving Grace, Trigger for Happiness