Try not to think so much about
The truly staggering amount of oil that it takes to make a record

All the shipping' the vinyl' the cellophane lining

The high gloss

The tape and the gear

Try not to become too consumed
With what's a criminal volume of oil that it takes to paint a portrait

The acrylic' the varnish
Aluminum tubes filled with latex
The solvents and dye

Let's just call this what it is

The jealous side of mankind's death wish

When it's my time to go

Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose

Try not to dwell so much upon

How it won't be so very long

from now that they laugh at us for selling
A bunch of 15 year olds made from dinosaur bones singing "oh yeah"

Again and again
Right up to the end
Let's just call this what it is

The jealous side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go

Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose

I'll just call this what it is

My vanity gone wild with my crisis

One day this all will repeat
Now I sure hope they make something useful out of me