| Swing in doors and open floors that beckon with their lights on |
| Faces called and sung to all the comfort that they count on |
| Plans you had and now in hands of those who seek to strip you |
| The moment a relapse and reason they will surely fix you |
| Oh, look at all the choices |
| I don’t know where to start with it all |
| Too many little voices strangling the art of it |
| Stripped the space of these possessions give me peace and quiet |
| Stripped us of our own obsessions said we’ll wash them right |
| Oh, look at all the choices |
| I don’t know where to start with it all |
| Too many little voices strangling the art |
| Oh, look at all the choices |
| I don’t know where to start with at all |
| Too many little voices strangling the art of it |
| Just give me food and shelter, I will disappear |
| And move these non-essentials out of sight from here |
| Is just a momentary lapse of reason |
| A little something of the latest season |
| Let me follow, let me be part of it |
| Just go out and just go out, just do it all |
| It’s just a temporary fix |
| Nothing less and nothing fits |
| It’s just a temporary fix |
| Nothing less and nothing fits |
| It’s just a temporary fix |
| Nothing less and nothing fits |
| It’s just a temporary fix |
| Nothing less and nothing fits |
| Is just a momentary lapse of reason |
| Its little bringing and give this life some meaning |
| Let me follow, let me be part of it |
| Just go out and just go out, just do it all |