It would be a little New York-centric
To say steeplechase wasn’t fun
I’ve got a feeling in my bones
Don’t understand it but I’m learning by example
Synthesize the times, call them swell
Yeah

It’d be a little less than modern to say
That world was a wasteland
I’ve got an aching in my teeth
Say that it was talented
I’ve become expatriate
All the kids these days are drinking chamomile

I really should have run I know
This is the hardest part of being
An information junkie
What I really shouldn’t know I run from
‘Cause when the world is cocked and loaded
It’s like an information gun

It’d be a little less than honest
To say on the road wasn’t bullshit
They didn’t smoke crack in the ‘50s
If I were an alien or if I came around medicine
I call in busy for the victory

I really should have run I know
This is the hardest part of being
An information junkie
What I really shouldn’t know I run from
‘Cause when the world is cocked and loaded
When the world is cocked and loaded
This whole world is overloaded
Like an information gun
I feel it coming over me
I feel it coming over me

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