It's cold again, it looks like rain

A procession of humanity, strikingly simian

Saunters by, I can't explain

Why it's troubling to see them so

Oh better than who we are with mania

And yearning for and learning from

Oh better than holiness and candy aisles

Of loneliness and sweet revenge

A cigarette, a memory

All connections to the permanent are burning

The pedestal gets in the way

And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny

Oh better than who we are with mania

Or standing for or dead against

Oh better than holiness and candy aisles

Of loneliness and sweet revenge

Do you feel the chill of December

In the rioting of Spring?

And are we made of something better than clay?

A leap, a fight, a secret rite,

The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming oh

Oh better than who we are with mania

And yearning for and learning from

Oh better than holiness and candy aisles

Of loneliness and sweet revenge

Oh sweet revenge