Culture Vulture Lyrics - Pure Adulterated Joy - Morning Parade

Numbers turn to money 

Ain't it funny how we're built 

To spend the whole of our lives running 

Number crunching on assumption 

There's reason in repeating rhymes 

And throwing keys and swapping wives 

As long as it's within the privacy 

Of our own private lives 

Stuck with no direction 

Seeking everyone's attention 

Out for his or hers affection 

For I've got the recollection 

No Viagra, no erection 

No insurance, no protection 

And no cure and no prevention 

Did you ever think to mention 

A smaller house, a smaller town 

where bladed gossip does the rounds 

Giant fish in tiny ponds 

Where nothing's really going on 

And everyone knows everyone 

And everybody's goings-on 

And everyone wants everyone 

To try to fuck to get along 

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y 

The booze will cut you loose 

If even for a day or two or three 

Or four or five or six or ten 

You'll never be the same again 

And people won't remember you 

Your children and your children's too 

We alone can contemplate 

And dig the hole for their remains 

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y 

Do I have you so innate 

And so uptight, yeah 

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y 

Do I have you so innate 

And so uptight 

I hope I sleep tonight 

I hope I sleep tonight 

I hope I sleep tonight 

I hope I sleep tonight 

So then you change the channel 

Turn your cheek and look the other way 

Your life now on hiatus 

Checks the status of your friend's new status 

Tell them all about those bags 

Tell them all, but do be frank 

Tell them all those people died 

Let's see what's on the other side 

And no one cares 'cause no one minds 

'Cause everybody's filled their time 

With everything that's going on 

And on and on and on and on 

And on until the end of time 

No way to know about what's right 

Growing up and getting older 

Just another culture vulture