Don't touch much Words and music by Paul Snyders I don't touch much, I don't get touched much I am a modern North American I haven't got a care in the world I'd rather diddle on a trackball Than learn respect for a girl I'm really rather independent All of the things that I like come in plastic by the ton You'll hear me blather unrepentant About the cost, in lives, of my cheap fun I don't think well, I'm not well thought of I am a happy man of vehicles I love to drink my cup of gasoline It ain't my problem 'bout the kids who gotta Breathe a ventilator machine I stick my money in a taxation shelter Far away over seas Then freak out 'cause my home town is rotting And I whine and bitch when they cut me at the knees It's like singing the songs from the popular shows Stick your head in the evening noose for the juice And stick to the story that everyone knows 'Cause that is the only one you can be sure it's safe to use. Boy the emperor sure has some shiny new clothes! Rationating creature I got me on the go If I stop to watch the feature Then I'm liable for a tow I can't risk being quiet 'Cause my meditating muse Has put me on a diet Of TV against the blues Don't feel much, don't listen either, If I can't have both, I don't want neither Well I haven't seen a better culture We get to be the kings of this earth I know to some I might seem a vulture But It's an accident of birth I use so much metal and so much gas So much wood and so much water And in due time as time will pass So my son and so my daughter The numbers for me I can easily explain It's the numbers for all of the others that just seem insane You can hassle me up from morning to night You can talk 'till you're blue in the face You won't rattle me up, 'cause I never get down 'Cause I'm part of the master race You can try (and you try) to explain to me why I should have serious doubts But you never remember, you ignorant bastard That's why my domestic theatre shouts! I don't hear much, I don't get heard much Well it couldn't be more work And I couldn't take less stuff And I'd feel like a big jerk If I hadn't the best stuff And I can express my nature Yeah my deep creativity With what I chose to buy To fill my place up so you gotta see There ain't no more draughts For the dark to get in And since they don't make us rafts To float away from it in Before they tow me away To the old dumpster bin I need to know that I tasted my share And I played hard to win.
