Girlie magazine, daily paper Politicians and lost ambitions But nothing seems obscene Except the very overdressed And the occasional caress You give without regret So little in your step You're sleepwalking now Sleepwalking You're so small town Six pack on the porch light out The sun going down Your country's a mess And you're very unimpressed Out of work Bible Belt blessed What do you have to show for it You're sleepwalking now Sleepwalking The TV chatters useless images of wealth Momma batters the images she created In the image of herself It's so abusive, it's so confusing You've lost the value of life Always losing, always losing ground Sleepwalking now Sleepwalking now Sleepwalking