Lyrics

Love's nothing more than a stain on a dress Watching things you sold being purchased for less Euthanasia, that's easy to ingest And they call this making progress If you take a billion plus a little finesse That dreamy Yale boy's cashing in on their success Then you take a bath in Uncle Sam's treasure chest That equals making progress Meanwhile I am drowning in an ocean of stress Analyzing data for a sure sure bet An affordable commodity that I can invest Your love, your sweet sweet love I guess Baby, baby, it would be the best If we got together tonight and regressed It's not like we'd be devolving And the world won't stop revolving Could forget the problems no one's solving Surely I jest, and you're not listening anyway Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess So repress your insecurities and take off that dress Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess Will be a fine day for making progress Will be a fine day for making progress