I haven't played this song for months, so I came to it and got this.

Mr. Brightside Revisited

Today I learned that Nirvana has a price tag.
It's $11.99 in the corner of the garden department.
That's where I came across the meditating Buddha
Eyes half closed in the shade of silken trees.
I asked him if he found the root of happiness,
He said I don't know, but I think I'm happier that way.
I asked about suffering, he said that shit just happens
I asked about his concentration, he said
It's better with the Ritalin.

Today I learned that if your camel's having problems
Fitting through the eye of the needle that's stitching your possessions
To your consciousness and your common sense to your malcontent,
It turns out you can buy a needle with a bigger eye.
We can monetize beliefs and we can print you a receipt,
Making profits from your prophets and religion out of monetary greed.
We can start up holy wars and never tell you what it's for,
Selling arms to both the sides, it doesn't matter how they die,
Cause we're all martyrs in the church of the market of the holy golden bull.

The road to El Dorado is paved with solid bricks of debt
Made in the factories on high.
At night, they glow green in the distance, you reach out for them.
Your mind, it wanders there sometimes.

And why shouldn't I sell my soul to the highest bidder?
Salvation sold out
To idol worship and they're making millions.
And the road to Hell is just a city street where you can see into the future,
But you can't turn around.

Well he looks so calm sitting on a stack of cardboard boxes,
In the shade of a plastic bonsai tree.
He asked me if I had any more of him for which to ask,
I said no, I get it now,
Sorry I disturbed you.

Brian Fritz