Can't teach new tricks
To an old dog
Riding round the strip
In an old car
Teach new tricks
To an old dog
Never wear the leash
Of the old guard

Been around the block
Bet you missed her
Never sit and stay
For a picture
Never wagged a tail
Would have bit ya
Look at how they lap
And they lick ya

Congeniality is a basis
For content
Peddling narcissism
Wrapped in self love
And progress
You want it
I got it
This soul is
A bargain
Americas the land
Of pretty people
And monsters

Disneyland spinoff
Of privilege and products
Compete with our drama
Clawed out from the bucket

Pretenders as artists
Selling scoundrels and follies

A link, a platinum leash
Affixed to my wallet
My hand, my stone laced hand
Affixed to my pocket
My heart, my ice cold box
Remiss of her conduct
A row of gold dipped caps
Affixed to my gum line

Can't teach new tricks
To an old dog
Riding round the strip
In an old car
Teach new tricks
To an old dog
Never wear the leash
Of the old guard

Been around the block
Bet you missed her
Never sit and stay
For a picture
Never wagged a tail
Would have bit ya
Look at how they lap
And they lick ya

Pull me along
Man, you're yanking my collar
Can't dance for your dollar again
Yeah

What's the new kick
What's the new gig
What's the new schtick
Who's the new flesh
To sink our teeth in
Oh then we drink
Their youthful spring and
Run them dry
Count checks
Keep it moving

My life condensed
To targets
Audiences and their pockets
When redwoods fall
Seem all and all
We're left with
Noise and sawdust

Individuality
Unique as a Walmart
Exercising thought process
Complete as a donut

Look at that over there
Audacity totems
They claim who make the grade
No, you meet the quota

Can't teach new tricks
To an old dog
Riding round the strip
In an old car
Teach new tricks
To an old dog
Never wear the leash
Of the old guard

Been around the block
Bet you missed her
Never sit and stay
For a picture
Never wagged a tail
Would have bit ya
Look at how they lap
And they lick ya

Pull me along (pull me along)
Man, you're yanking my collar (on my collar)
Can't dance for your dollar again
Yeah

How can I waste my time?
Love, you can have it
Take my place in line
I'm sitting pretty
Dipped in raw sunshine
Been known to shake
A cage or two at times

How can I waste my time?
The ceiling is vaulted
And your glass reprimed
Pulled linen curtains
From across my eyes?
Life is too long
To be so pacified