★ Verse 1 ★ The poor man plays for pleasure The rich man plays to win While the biker sheds his helmet And throws caution to the wind While the banker dreams of interest The lawyers dream up laws—more laws While the Christians dream up heaven As though the Earth is one lost cause
★ Chorus ★ And I feel like an insect Tangled in their web Why should I even listen When there's nothing being said?
★ Verse 2 ★ The salesman sells his Amway To another greedy slob Some dope is mixin' methamphetamine In the back of his garage While the barman pours a drunkard Yet another glass of wine Robert Tilton's takin' money From a man without a dime ★ Chorus ★ And I feel like an insect Tangled in their web Why should I even listen When there's nothing being said?
★ Instrumental Break ★
★ Verse 3 ★ And Jesus must be tickled By the complicated man As his legs dangle from the ledges Of the heavens as he grins And the angels must be baffled By the smallness of our minds I'll bet they beg God for some answers But God gracefully declines
★ Chorus ★ And I feel like an insect Tangled in their web Why should I even listen When there's nothing being said?
★ Verse 4 ★ The universe keeps growin' They say a mile or two each day She glances past her shoulder As She skips along the way We soon will be forgotten Rotten with decay What a dreadful sight—the clumsy flight The human masquerade
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