| Would it stain | |
| If the lights fell down on your name | |
| And each face began to look all the same | |
| How much is enough? | |
| Did you ever want to just lose touch with everybody you know? | |
| In the morning | |
| When you've wiped his taste away | |
| The last of the red and all the records you played | |
| How much is enough? | |
| Did you ever want to just lose touch with everybody who heard? | |
| Did you ever want to join a collective | |
| Throw a party just to make sure you missed it? | |
| Did you ever want to be a collective? | |
| Would you sell out | |
| To the dealer with the lowest cost | |
| And burn every proscenium floor | |
| How much is enough? | |
| Did you ever want to get in touch with somebody you hurt? | |
| Offered up some kind of collective | |
| So you can never ever be left selected | |
| Did you ever want to be a collective? | |
| If the lights, they fell | |
| Do you think you could tell | |
| just how much? |