Born Without a Clue

Plastic vision for a plastic man
Thought I held the world in my plastic hands
Dumbed down and easy to please
I was paintin' pictures of who I thought I should be
High and dry, forever my state
Hey, what’s the price of inspiration today
Cut the ties if you want to come down
Stuck in a circle, going 'round and 'round and 'round
Born without a clue
We were born just for something to do
Born without a clue
It’s up to me and it’s up to you
Nobody cares for your sorrow and strife
They’re trained to love what they’re trained to like
You can tell it all by how they eat
Do they chew the fat or get straight down to the meat?
Born without a clue
We were born just for something to do
Born without a clue
It’s up to me and it’s up to you
Strange moon, like a disease
Strange light, bending its knees
Strange times, they’re finding their step
Strange world getting stranger yet
Born without a clue
We were born just for something to do
Born without a clue
And it’s up to me and it’s up to you