Here’s Looking At You, Kid

Who's looking at who?

I wonder, as we stand there and maddog each other

Everyone always talks about the importance of having nice things

Working diligently will ensure a successful position as a member of society

So they say

Sprinkle that attitude with faith to hide the taste of subservience and you're living the American scheme

But here I am, and I can't figure which one of us real

Is there even any difference between the two of us?

The more I think about it the less I care cause it all feels the same

My reflection is of more concern to me than the reality of belonging to a colony of humans all vying to be the first one to do the same shit as someone else