You’re obsesssed and distressedCause you can’t make any sense of the ludicrous nonsenseand incipient senescencethat will deem your common sense uselessthis aint no recess!I want to believe in you, but my plan keeps falling throughI know I have to face the harshnes, grin and bear the truthAnd I have to walk this mile in my own shoes(and I’m no fool!)[Chorus]I’m materialista full-blown realist(physical theorist)and I guess I’m full of doubtso I’m prone to hear you out and refuseI’m materialistThere ain’t no fear in thisit’s for all to see, so don’t talk of hidden mysteries with me…Mind over matter, it really don’t matterIf the street’s idle chatter turns your heart strings to tattersFlatter hopes don’t flatter and soul batter won’t congeal to menda life that is shattered into shardsWas it in the cards?The process of belief is an elixir when you’re weakI must confess, at times I indulge it on the sneakbut generally my outlook’s not so bleak(and I’m not meek!)[Chorus]I’m materialistCall me a humanist(physical theorist)and I guess I’m full of doubt,but I’ll gladly have it out with youI’m materialistI ain’t no deistit’s there for all to see, so don’t of hidden mysteries with meLike Rome under Nero, our future’s one big zeroRecycling the past to meet the immediate needsAnd through it all we ramble forth with perservere and climbOur mountains of regret to sow our seedsI’m materialistI’m materiliastI’m materialistI’m materialist (hold)