you got great big opinions you use like a battering ram,
or they slip through your fingers & stick like a knife in the sand,
does it make you feel better? make you feel perfectly grand? yeah…
you got 2 or 3 boxes for “good”, “bad”, and “nobody cares”,
so you sort it all out, then you squeeze everybody in there,
if it makes you feel better, the whole world’s in need of repairs,
+++++ will the last one standing turn out the light?
+++++ sweep around, shut it down, close it up tight,
+++++ you can be the winner, then we all can go home,
+++++ and will the last one standing leave me alone?
+++ it’s so easy, like on TV, when it’s black and white,
+++ and old movie, newspaper page, not a blue in sight…

‘cause it’s much too messy to deal with the in-between hues,
so you count your blessings and spout your immaculate views,
does it make you feel better, steppin’ on everyone’s shoes?
+++++ will the last one standing turn out the light?
+++++ sweep around, shut it down, close it up tight,
+++++ now that you’re the winner, maybe we can go home,
+++++ and will the last one standing leave me alone?