There oughta be another option, A different route to take. Alternate realities are limited, The receptors are collapsing in. Actors are computer generated, Vocalists are lip synching, Wood's not wood, The bellfry is a facade, And my chicken dinner didn't hatch. My clothes are made of oil, My veggies grow indoors, I'm drinking chlorine and fluoride, Bottled water isn't wet. What I see's not what I get. Yes or no simply won't do. My tires aren't rubber, I'm laying slicks, Shakespeare's off the curriculum. That's not the face you had last week, Nor the body you've long borne. Gimme some old fashioned ice-cream. They're laying oil lines, Clear-cutting my life line, Soon landing us on Mars. Yes or no won't do. ***** a fence around our world, We're living in a zoo.