Lyrics

I search for the truth I find no luck I search for solace in my friend the rock And I have a friend on the telephone A crystal and some cash and my tomorrow's known Cross my legs and I am one With what I was or I am to become And I have the stars and some pixie dust Oh, and Elvis nights on Thursday and it's a must Chorus: Have your every thought just possibly Your ideals are a twisted philosophy By a man in a suit who loves currency Or a woman who is called instability