True Revolutionaries Letra

Look, Ma, They're gonna fry Tim McVeigh She said that nice guy Who was on the cover of all of those magazines? Why would they want to do a thing like that? I said well, he killed all those people in Oklahoma City She said nonsense, people don't kill people Car bombs kill people And I said well, yeah, Ma But they gotta do something with him She said why don't they get Mike Tyson To bite off both his ears? And I say true revolutionaries Never bomb buildings True revolutionaries Never bomb buildings It attracts too much attention They never bomb buildings A little girl down my block Was born with silicone in her breasts Turned out her grandmother and her mother Had both had the implants done And evolution took care of it this time around And I wondered what it is about So many women with big breasts Make them look so sad And I thought, well, maybe it has to do with the weight, The burden they're asked to carry in the world To feed it, to be the object of its desires And I wondered what burdens the rest of us are carrying all the time And I couldn't help thinking True revolutionaries Never bomb buildings True revolutionareis Never bomb buildings It attracts too much attention They never bomb buildings And I decided to go out for a walk And do nothing except Look everybody I see in the eyes And not be the first to avert my eyes No matter what And I was planning to be gone for ten minutes But things started happening And I didn't return for two years By which time I was the heavyweight champion of the world And the expectant father of sixteen children By thirteen different women I was in a fishing village in coastal Spain It was Our Lady of Abortion Sunday afternoon All the pregnant ladies in their first trimester Filed before the priest to receive the blessing of "Try again sometime, try again" The old barber had dyed his hair green for the occasion And pierced his nipples And was riding his skateboard to the statue of Conan O'Brien Where he was doing backflips for the little kids Who threw coins given to them by their parents A visiting lecturer Achingly handsome Had just finished giving a "How to build bombs in your basement" seminar in the park All the young girls put their notebooks away dreamily And put dandelions in their hair The chimpanzee who had managed to type out Hamlet three years before Was sitting in the third floor office of the driver's license building Typing out zoning ordinances Typing out learner's permits Bored and lonely Pee Wee Herman was sitting in the central square in the grass Naked and masturbating While all the townspeople moved to him slowly And kissed him softly And sung lullabies in the grass And in Berkeley And in Greenwich Village And in Paris And in Scottsbluff, Nebraska No one sits around funky little coffee shops anymore Talking revolution They get a Starbucks to go They go back to their basketball games Where they see who can jump higher Who can jam Who can take it to the rack And they all wear baseball caps 'Cept they don't say Yankees or Dodgers or Cardinals anymore They say Nike; Reebok; Adidas Because the pro players don't play for teams anymore They play for shoe companies And the kids aren't fooled They're just biding their time Waiting for the millennium When all the computers will crash Because the best scientists in the world Forgot to make them read zero True revolutionaries Never bomb buildings True revolutionaries Never bomb buildings It attracts too much attention They never bomb buildings And I was sitting there with a headful of dark thoughts Like I sometimes get And suddenly everything cleared And I realized that the only purpose to revolution Is to be able to love who you want How you want When you want Where you want So I took off all my clothes Stole a boat Rowed out to the middle of a lake And I jumped in And I looked back at you and said Come on! Get wet! True revolutionaries Never bomb buildings True revolutionaries Never bomb buildings It attracts too much attention They never bomb buildings They never bomb buildings They never bomb buildings