I don't belong to the Buffalo Club
   but I sure would like to wake up in the morning
   and find out it's all been a terrible dream
   does anybody see it as a warning
   have you been out there on the street
   pretty lights above your head
   pretty bricks beneath your feet
   clean off the spray paint on the walls
   clean the kids and clean their minds
   until there's nothing left to clean except the sky
   have you been checking out the changes
   I hear so many names
   I see so many different faces
   all the suffering from the same disease
   did you find out young that life is short
   and try to take the easy way out
   there's no easy way out
   how I wish that I could be naive
   I long to be taken in
   tricked into beleiving again