The End Of Medicine lyrics

the angel cries "you bastard!" as we analyze the accent so look out, you rock'n'rollers over forty million served and that's a record for the master it stood forever after so are we, are we, are we, are we facing the end of all, of all the drugs we're lacing with common sense and courtesy and other things we thought would be the end of us but now they won't allow us our intentions oh the mother of invention it's her pleasure to repeat with feeling: are we, are we, are we, are we facing the end of all the medicine we're taking? somewhere in the system there's an open ended list of all the lies we tell unblinking, thinking what could we be living? is it life or is it even in the realm of possibility? you see it when you're missing who you came to see, is this thing even on and on and on? are we, are we, are we, are we facing the end of all the medicine we're taking?