Age of Conceit Last week I would have said there's no way Today I'm giving in I don't believe in what I now have to believe in But no one sees and end to the end I have a recurrent memory The world has its legs spread in front of me Now they mark off the limits of the possible They went on forever now they come together But legs can't stay uncrossed for long The pleasure can't escape the perverse We have to stay together The men have taken over The vainglorious masters of fact Give me back my childhood But let me keep my beard I'll be the freakish little man Do you feel inspired I'm not fired up (all I feel is tired) There's no motive in misery You're smiling through your teeth It's shaken your belief There's no hiding in self loathing Your friends are digging in And squirting out their kin And giving up on self-definition This is a new age of conceit