Garden Of Simple Ani DiFranco

Some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
And propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar
And i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets
Under a sign that says grand opening
While my dog is waiting in the car

I wake up, i check out
I fill the tank and wash the windshield clean
Then i'm back out on the highway
And BANG that's when i remember my dream:

We were standing in a garden
And i had a machine that made silence
It just sucked up the whole opinionated din
And there were no people on the payroll
And there were no monkeys on our backs
And i said, show me what you look like
Without skin

Science chases money
And money chases its tail
And the best minds of my generation
Can't make bail
But the bacteria are coming to take us down
That's my prediction
It's the answer to this culture
Of the quick fix prescription