What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across this sea of faces In search of more… and
more… applause? What Shall we do Now? Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car? Shall we work straight through the
night? Shall we get into fights? Leave the lights on? Drop bombs? Do
tours of the east? Contract disease? Bury bones? Break up homes? Send
flowers by phone? Take to drink? Go to shrinks? Give up meat? Rarely
sleep? Keep people as pets? Train dogs? Raise rats? Fill the attic
with cash? Bury treasure? Store up leisure? But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.
