You´re obsessed and distressed ´cause you can´t make any sense
of the ludicrous nonsense and incipient senescence
that will deem your common sense useless

This ain´t no recess!
I want to believe in you but my plan keeps falling through
I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bare the truth
And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes (and I´m no fool!)
I´m materialist
A full-blown realist
And I guess I´m full of doubt
So I´m prone to have it out with you
I´m materialist
There ain´t no fear in this
It´s there for all to see
So don´t talk of hidden mystery with me
Mind over matter it really don´t matter
if the street´s idle chatter turns your heart-strings to tatters

Flatter hopes don´t flatter and soul batter won´t congeal
to mend a life that is shattered into shards
Was it in the cards?
The process of belief is an elixir when you´re weak
I must confess, at times I indulge it on the sneak
But generally my outlook? not so bleak (and I´m not meek!)
I´m materialist, call me a humanist
I guess I´m full of doubt
So I´ll gladly have it out with you
I´m materialist
I ain´t no deist
It´s there for all to see so don´t talk of hidden mystery with me
Like Rome under Nero, our future´s one big zero

Recycling the past to meet immediate needs
And through it all we amble forth to persevere and climb
Our mountains of regret to sow our seeds
I´m materialist!
I´m materialist!
I´m materialist!
I´m materialist!