I'm trying out a new kind of penitence
I look deep within my soul and thence beyond
I'm really not quite that dense
What I'm facing is a crisis of confidence

I'm facing a crisis of confidence
Staving off attacks of indifference
I'm really not quite that dense
I'm just facing a crisis of confidence

Can't understand the intelligentsia
Obsessed with some new dementia
Nihilistically indifferent to others
Let 'em all eat cake if they had their druthers

All the fuss about what's coming next
About the consequences of hypertext
It might not be utopia
Could be a global case of myopia

Everybody's egos are just so brittle
Half big mouth and half lickspittle
Practical to a fault
They think the guy's name's pronounced Fou-kahlt

Got a postmodern way of looking at things
Sit back and see what the future brings
Yeah, we might be annihilated
But the millennium's already a little bit dated

So much blather every day
But nobody's got anything intelligent to say
Gum flapping, yip-yapping, mouth-running rot
Think that it sounds so smart; it's not!

People drive like there's no tomorrow
Like they've got nine lives to beg, steal and borrow
They'd just as soon see you off and dead
If it meant they could get one car length ahead

Only thing that matters now is cash
You got it or you don't, if you don't you're trash
If you do, your problems are bigger
People think you're a jerk like Tommy Hilfiger

I'm pissed at my family and I'm pissed at the government
And I'm pissed at the church and the holy sacrament
I'm pissed at my job and I'm pissed at school
And I'm pissed at the framers of the Golden Rule