Trigger for Happiness

wish I could write like this:

Enough search­ing to know
that we’ve lost our­selves
in our slot machines, shot­guns, and strip­malls
baby your tech­nol­o­gy
so slick and func­tion­al
and me with­out my nuclear arse­nal
And if I could kill with­out guilt or sin
there’d soon be a few less record exec­u­tives
and if I could kill and recieve for­give­ness
there’d sure as hell be one less pres­i­dent

there’s got to be a pill for for­give­ness
there’s got to be a trig­ger for hap­pi­ness
Auto­mat­ic sen­so­ry remote con­trol
weath­er sat­telites manip­u­late your soul
effi­cient­ly with­out a mod­icum of grace
I want to go out with a smile on my face

Machines of Lov­ing Grace, Trig­ger for Hap­pi­ness