New Monkey

Here come the sidewalk boss again, telling me how I can't cave in,
That I'm a study in black, need a pat on the back.
I look up and smile-a picture of dissatisfaction that he can only see as a junkie.
Though I might be straight as an arrow,
He's busy shaking hands with my monkey, busy shaking hands with my monkey.

But I go in my car straight to the bar where my sweetie pours the beer
For the millions of fans ignoring the bands.
He's in my ear, wants me to live in denial-he says, "You gotta settle for something-
Though it might not be really living-
Anything is better than nothing, anything is better than nothing."

No half-dead action man gonna move in and take my place.
I'll be pumping out the product-just a total waste.

Look at your hands unoccupied-look at the lengths you'll go to hide-
You're under the veil, pretending to fail.
You gotta whole lot of empty time left to go-now you've gotta fill it with something.
I know what you could do-don't you know anything is better than nothing?

No half-dead action man gonna move in and take my place.
I'll be pumping out the product-just a total waste.

I'm here with my cup, afraid to look up-this is how I spend my time-
Lazing around, head hanging down-stuck inside my imagination,
Busy making something from nothing-pictures of hope and depression.
Anything is better than nothing, anything is better than nothing,
Anything is better than nothing, anything is better than nothing.