Well, I've read the books

And stared back at the phony looks

And heard all the corny hooks

From the north, south, east and the west

The exact impact of the stacks of facts

Cannot be tracked or calculated

Into this burning sun

No! Six billion people, twelve billion arms

One golden smile, snake charm

They must be up to no good

The lawyers and the cancer

The lip-syncing break dancers

Life is not a recreation