Materialist

You're obsessed and distressed cause you can't make any sense Of the ludicrous nonsense and incipient senescence That will deem your common sense useless This ain't no recess I want to believe in you but my plans keep falling through I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bare the truth And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes And I'm no fool I'm materialist, a full-blown realist And I guess I'm full of doubt so I'm prone to have it out with you I'm materialist, there ain't no fear in this It's there for all to see, so don't talk of hidden mystery with me Mind over matter, it really don't matter If the street's idle chatter turns your heartstrings to tatters Flatter hopes don't flatter and soul batter won't congeal to mend a life that's shattered into shards Was it in the cards? The process of belief is an elixir when you're weak I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak But generally my outlook's not so bleak And I'm not meek I'm materialist, call me a humanist And I guess I'm full of doubt so I'll gladly have it out with you I'm materialist, I ain't no deist It's there for all to see, so don't talk of hidden mystery with me Like Rome under Nero, our future's one big zero Recycling the past to meet immediate needs And through it all we amble forth to persevere and climb Our mountains of regret to sow our seeds I'm materialist I'm materialist I'm materialist I'm materialist