What You Own

Don't breathe too deep, don't think all day
Dive into work, drive the other way
That drip of hurt that pint of shame
Goes away, just play the game
You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own.

The filmmaker cannot see
And the songwriter cannot hear
Yet I see Mimi everywhere
Angel's voice is in my ear
Just tighten those shoulders
Just clench your jaw 'til you frown
Just don't let go or you may drown
You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Where it's like the Twilight Zone
You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own.

So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don't own emotion, I rent
What was it about that night
Connection, in an isolating age
For once the shadows gave way to light
For once I didn't disengage
Angel, I hear you, I hear it
I see it, I see it
I hear it, I hear my song
One song, Glory, Mimi, your eyes.

Dying in America
A the end of the millennium
We're dying in America
To come into our own
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone
You're not alone, you're not alone.