Chips Down (In No Landfill)

Something around me tells me That there’s more to this prize than the diamonds shown me Waitin' on a paycheck-- But isn’t every day the payment? Well I think so, I, I think so... Imprisoned men and women can be reformed if they are around human beings That don’t treat them like, don’t treat them like a disposable part of the dream My questions, my answer My tension, my cancer My title, my trophy My theories and market-based strategies My schedule, my timepiece My competition and salary My outdated, overpriced fake ID I sold my radio I hawked my television I sold my radio I threw my silicon chips down In no landfill And just walked away So that I could heal So that I could heal Threw my silicon chips down Why have we gathered around this here table? Does anybody know? We’ve been waiting a long time, but What kind of customer service do you expect from a harlot[?] host? Oh my questions, my answer My pension, my cancer My title, my trophy My theories and market-based strategies My schedule, my timepiece My trendy pen and salary My trust fund, remote controls My memory I sold my radio I hawked my television! I sold my radio I, oh I, I I sold it all, I I gave it all away, I did I gave it all away, I did I gave it all away, I did, (I did) Give it all away, I did, I I gave it all away, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did Said I gave it away I did, I Gave it all away, I threw my silicon chips down In no landfill and just walked away So that I could heal, heal my body, heal my body Heal my mind, my soul In no landfill Walked away... Walked away... Walked away... Walked away Threw my silicon chips down Down, down Down, down (Down, down) (Down, down) (Down, down) (Down, down) (Down, down)