I am the credit in your ancient account
I am the punchline to a joke
But how it made us all laugh
I am not living in this brick and mortar
I do not live in this harvest of man
I do not live inside of this city
I am just paying your rent
Another walking convalescent
I am another pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence
I am another pointless device
This is my planned obsolescence
I am another pointless device
Awaiting planned obsolescence
I am the dirt on the gold -plated trowel
And God have made them all whole
I am not living in this brick and mortar
I do not live in this hide of cement
I do not live in the side of this city
I am just pained your ends
Another walking convalescent
I am another pointless device
Awaiting plan of the lessons
I am another pointless device
This is my plan of the lessons
I am another pointless device
Awaiting plan of the lessons
I have an odd, pointless device
Awaiting plan of the lessons
I have an odd, pointless device
This is my plan of the lessons
I have an odd, pointless device
Awaiting plan of the lessons