Chips Down (In No Landfill)

Something around me tells me
That there’s more to this prize than the diamonds shown me
Waitin' on a paycheck--
But isn’t every day the payment?
Well I think so, I, I think so...

Imprisoned men and women can be reformed if they are around human beings
That don’t treat them like, don’t treat them like a disposable part of the dream

My questions, my answer
My tension, my cancer
My title, my trophy
My theories and market-based strategies
My schedule, my timepiece
My competition and salary
My outdated, overpriced fake ID

I sold my radio
I hawked my television
I sold my radio
I threw my silicon chips down
In no landfill
And just walked away
So that I could heal
So that I could heal
Threw my silicon chips down

Why have we gathered around this here table?
Does anybody know?
We’ve been waiting a long time, but
What kind of customer service do you expect from a harlot[?] host?

Oh my questions, my answer
My pension, my cancer
My title, my trophy
My theories and market-based strategies
My schedule, my timepiece
My trendy pen and salary
My trust fund, remote controls
My memory

I sold my radio
I hawked my television!
I sold my radio
I, oh I, I
I sold it all, I
I gave it all away, I did
I gave it all away, I did
I gave it all away, I did, (I did)
Give it all away, I did, I
I gave it all away, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did
Said I gave it away
I did, I
Gave it all away, I threw my silicon chips down
In no landfill and just walked away
So that I could heal, heal my body, heal my body
Heal my mind, my soul
In no landfill
Walked away...
Walked away...
Walked away...
Walked away
Threw my silicon chips down
Down, down
Down, down
(Down, down)
(Down, down)
(Down, down)
(Down, down)
(Down, down)