Believe

Morse

        Turn on the TV.
        What is it you really see?
        Switch to the radio;  
        kick it high, twist it low.
        Pay the sitter, maybe twice.
        See the girls look kinda' nice.
        Go to dinner, feed the feeder.
        Implicate your fallen leaders.

        Go back home and read the paper.
        Should I act?  Well maybe later.
        Reagan years are finally over.
        Made it through alive and sober.
        What should I tell my kids?
        Well, I don't wanna lie like that.
        I don't want to fall in a trap that says

        God only knows if I believe in anything.
        Give me cash and I will buy it.
        Give me words and I will shout it out loud.
        Give me paint and I will write it on the wall.
        I don't know if I believe in anything at all.

        By myself, by the phone,
        wishing I weren't alone.
        I crawl into the car and drive,
        convince myself that I'm alive.
        Taking risk and taking chances.
        Did I really pay those taxes?
        Shit!  The oven door is open.
        Fire's burning and I am hoping

        romance really isn't dead.
        'Scuse me dear, am I turning red?
        Can I really change the world?
        Be a boy or be a big girl.
        I should just hide in bed until I am dead.
        I don't know, but it's been said that

        Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
        have I really fooled anyone at all?
        This time I'm alone and king.
        Do I need another ring?
        Is it worth the time and trouble?
        Should I live inside my bubble?
        What if it should break or burst?
        Is it kids and women first?

        Man the boats, inflate the raft. 
        The time to swim has come at last.
        I've drowned before and coughed up blood.
        I've been the one who slung the mud.
        I wonder if it's time I will call this love.
        I don't know.  I just look above and say

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