Born Without a Clue - Andrew Combs

Plastic vision for a plastic man

Thought I held the world in my plastic hands

Dumbed down and easy to please

I was paintin' pictures of who I thought I should be

High and dry, forever my state

Hey, what’s the price of inspiration today

Cut the ties if you want to come down

Stuck in a circle, going 'round and 'round and 'round

Born without a clue

We were born just for something to do

Born without a clue

It’s up to me and it’s up to you

Nobody cares for your sorrow and strife

They’re trained to love what they’re trained to like

You can tell it all by how they eat

Do they chew the fat or get straight down to the meat?

Born without a clue

We were born just for something to do

Born without a clue

It’s up to me and it’s up to you

Strange moon, like a disease

Strange light, bending its knees

Strange times, they’re finding their step

Strange world getting stranger yet

Born without a clue

We were born just for something to do

Born without a clue

And it’s up to me and it’s up to you