He left the town where he'd always lived
and he made a pilgrimage
to the fountain to see what he could find
The tattoo shops and T-shirt Stalls
looked just like the shopping malls
in the town he thought that he had left behind

He can't get over the counter culture's
an over the counter culture's
all over the counter culture's
been water downed and warped
there's just vultures on the corpse

He lost his personality
He wonders who he's meant to be
Mediocrity surrounds him on all sides
He needs a sense of relevance
There's no expression to the way he feels inside

He can't get over...
There's nothing left to say that won't be taken as a cliche

He had a forty on St. Marks, He got high on Haight
the roles seem as prescribed, as the ones he tried to escape

He used to take his medicine, his Aderol and Ritalin
He took all they gave him to help him fit in
Now hes got alcohol and speed, he can get dope and LSD
It takes him close to an overdose to feel whole again

He can't get over the counter culture...
Went to the fountain just to find empty bottles left behind