Jay Brannan - The State of Music lyrics

Coulda been a lawyer, a fireman
Engineer in cairo, ambassador to japan
Instead im stretched here
Fire pit underneath
Steel strings bound my body
This metal grill to my teeth in 20 seconds
Can you scream something for us
And in 6 seconds arrive at the chorus?
Cue smoke, flash lights
Enter the fountain of youth
You can sell us anything but the truth

I am confused about "give peace a chance"
How much was music
How much makeup and dance?
Peace is a product someone
Plants in your head
Welcome to the state of music
Population: spoon-fed
I entered the minefield
Armed with something simple i wrote
But one of the three songs on
Radio exploded down my throat
A little bit queasy from the shrapnel i ate
Would it be too much to ask for
A little soul on my plate?
What an adorable artistic dream
Now everybody taste the machine
Industry's changed, it's not our fault
Can i pass you the sensory assualt?

I am confused about "give peace a chance"
How much was music
How much makeup and dance?
Peace is a product someone
Plants in your head
Welcome to the state of music
Population: spoon-fed
I entered the minefield
Armed with something simple i wrote
But one of the three songs on
Radio exploded down my throat
A little bit queasy from the shrapnel i ate
Would it be too much to ask for
A little soul on my plate?
What an adorable artistic dream
Now everybody taste the machine
Industry's changed, it's not our fault
Can i pass you the sensory assualt?

Thank you dolores for inspiring me
Thank you to lisa for your pure melody
In awe of joni and the words she commands
Breathtaking fingerwork from both ani's hands
Tracy for run- run- run-
Run- running and hope
The irish goddess whose voice
Rivaled the pope
So how the hell to fill the asics on me?
If I don't know who i am
Everyone will tell me

I am confused about "give peace a chance"
How much was music
How much makeup and dance?
Peace is a product someone
Plants in your head
Welcome to the state of music
Population: spoon-fed
I entered the minefield
Armed with something simple i wrote
But one of the three songs on
Radio exploded down my throat
A little bit queasy from the shrapnel i ate
Would it be too much to ask for
A little soul on my plate?
What an adorable artistic dream
Now everybody taste the machine
Industry's changed, it's not our fault
Can i pass you the sensory assualt?