You can’t
keep the world from making sense
(though you try)
The media all probing
(like the aliens!)
No, not like the aliens;
UFO’s don’t exist
(that’s right they’re identified).

I want some of my own
(do you have any?)
to take and keep at home in my
closet while the
bombs rage around me
(and while you’re at it,
Stockboy,
I need kerosene).

I have the lighter fluid
(baby light my fire)
that we used to use while
camping out
with the sand and
wind and
freezing nights

when the world seemed to make sense.
Now you can’t understand it
(though you try).

You can’t make the world make sense
(oh joy and rapture).
Did you remember to lock the door?
No.
(damn Japs’ll come in after us)
Maybe if we ask
nicely they’ll let us
live
tonight.