What does it take to getcha to admit it?
How much light till it shines on you, yeah?
How much did she betcha you couldn't get it?
What does it signify when it lands on you?
They will tell you you're a loser
They'll stone you in the streets
Makes you kinda wonder 'bout the people you meet, yeah
There's a telegram they send ya
To tell you that you won
And that now your life is gonna suddenly be fun
It's a piece of empty paper
It's a piece of empty pie
It's a vision of illusion
It will surely pass you by
And I don't know what to tell ya
I haven't got a clue
I don't know why people do the things that they do, no
What does it take to getcha as confused as me?
And how much information is gonna finally set you free?
What does it take to getcha to admit it?
How much light shines on you, yeah?
How much light is gonna shine on you?
How much light shines on you?