The Last Days of the Monoculture by The Paranoid Style Lyrics

A long night of the shakes
All fits and starts and turkey vultures
What a difference a year and seven seconds makes in the last days of the monoculture
Extended Stay America Durham
I panicked in the cereal aisle
I bought the pitch and I took the serum
I implicated myself at trial

I busted that fat righteous fucker
You know what they say – bustin’ makes me feel good
He was eating off my page, he was copying off my plate
I lost my bearings but I gained a conscience
I finally knew the con games from the content
I finally knew the face of the comptroller
On these last worst days of the monoculture

Now it’s policy shocks and tinfoil hats
And a Picasso on eBay that has to be a counterfeit
A stranger once told me that when life hands you lemons, you should probably quit
He swept the nation like a dance sensation
While we watched the dead drop at the metro station
You can’t be too strong and you can’t be too sure
On these last waning days of the monoculture