My Love for Extremes

Lyrics

He took on a shade of green Long ago, and many a fool Along the way Have been lost to this (I know you can't afford to be wrong) And we can't either We want it back I can't afford to lose you But that's not what this is about If love ever had a second name Its attachment And if you had an ounce Of common sense You would be witness to this (But try your best not to be of this world) Fly with the rest of your Glassy eyed angels Straight to heaven gate, and don't forget Your spare change to horde and render useless Gold was always more valuable than bread in The stomachs of the starving And you dare say that I'm godless, less evolved Sure to be stuck in my rut Well, I say that you're gutless The first in line to be our rip off artist The first to change your name To push more product We finally got it back From the clutches of absurdity And our bond is Measured by nothing No books, no rounds No quotas, no books, no rounds No quotas, no books No rounds, no quotas, no books No rounds, no quotas No books, no rounds, no quotas And certainly not by how many units sold I tell you krishna's dead To me along with my love for extremes I tell you krishna's dead So tell me to go to hell for all I care Life without love Is no different I've been there And it offered no hope Dead is dead Dead is dead Dead is dead Dead is dead