Trigger for Happiness

                                  Enough searching to know 

That we've lost ourselves 

In our slot machines, shotguns, and strip malls 

Baby your technology 

So slick and functional 



And me without my nuclear arsenal 

And if I could kill without guilt or sin 

There'd soon be a few less record executives 

And if I could kill and receive forgiveness 

There'd sure as hell be one less president 



There's got to be a pill for forgiveness 

There's got to be a trigger for happiness 

Automatic sensory remote control 

Weather satellites manipulate your soul 

Efficiently without a modicum of grace 

I want to go out with a smile on my face