|Driving home, staring, utter boredom
|Are you really listening?
|Say "yes" or "no" in all the right places
|Now your eyes are blistering
|Are these things of fascination
|Or are they just chatter?
|Will you have to slap my face
|To find out that you matter?
|I saw fighting on the sidewalk
|She was down and crying
|As he punched her in the mouth
|Her fingers white with prying
|Then he took his crash helmet
|And smashed in her friend's cheekbone
|Yes you can stop I think she heard you
|I think she's got your message
|Though it's not the friendliest of conversation
|Violence demands your participation
|And now you're watching as it sweeps the nation under
|Are You Listening