TUNNEL VISION - Jay Critchley

You may not know me well ‘cause I’m livin’ in the ground,
No shadows hit my face in this land of lost and found,
I’m tuned into vibrations from the voices of the nation,
Blinded by the choices and the chorus of the boyzes.

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Fill ‘er up, oil ‘er up, gas ‘er up, speed ‘er up.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fill ‘er up, oil ‘er up, gas ‘er up, speed ‘er up.

I’ve got tunnel vision, there’s a ton of work to do,
Before we see blue skies or a citizen’s coup.
We’ve had to refocus with a meaner leaner view,
I’ve got tunnel vision, now the focus is on you.

I’ve got tunnel vision and it’s hard for me to see,
Beyond my flat screen liquid mode enhanced TV,
Commercials are rehearsals for my next shopping spree,
I’ve got tunnel vision, there’s no time to take a pee.

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Now tell me Mr. Bechtel, what’s a workin’ stiff to do?
I pay all my taxes, without no cheatin’ practice,
and I think that you should too.
But there’s no time to stop the auto, with the war and its bravado,
And to view the eerie sunsets with their altered hues.

I’ve got tunnel vision, let the bombing go on!
We’ve got to protect ourselves from all those morons,
So I can charge and buy the goods to set myself free,
Sugar in my coffee, and my SUV.

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