The Cosmic Easter Egg & That Tragic Magic

Too early to go to bed

But it's too late to be in the streets tonight.

I ain't broke, can but I ain't got no no money to spend

Its so damn inconvenient being poor

Thank God it ain't no sin.

I saw the preacher get out of his brand new Jag

We piled into our Accord and came to church

When the Preacher asked for a third love offering

My mind and my soul began to hurt

Cause I could use that tithe for a Malibu

And my house is could look good under a new roof

The Cosmic Easter Egg, And that Tragic Magic

Are the shiny things that keep us distracted

We get lectured every week on our habits

And from the bank account and my wallet

Money is steadily being subtracted