You buy yourself some guns and full body bullet proof suit,
A van filled with explosives hidden under cardboard boxes of fruit
And with a remote controlled device to command as you sit in a safe location
You direct the van through the doors of the lobby of the central police station
A few thousand feet away in a blue sedan you try to work the detonator
The cops are swarming they use the stairs cause you've broken their elevator
The ripe fruit drips onto the wires, the bomb ticks but doesn't explode
And the cops eat the bananas as you drive away listening to the radio
Where they talk about the dying dollar and the coming planetary ruin
And the killing of everyone by the people who don't know what they're doing
They say:

All talk, no action
All talk, no action
Got a problem do something about it too many people taking not enough leaving not enough shaking

Oh what have I done?
Where am I now?
I'm standing alone in a bathroom stall
My pants are down and my hands are small
What have I done?
Where will I go?
Why don't I know?
Why didn't I just stay home and watch myself on video?

You walk into a beauty salon, gather all the women there in threes
You sort them by their hair colour and buzz and dance like a honey bee
You take off your mask and drink some water, show them mercy and leave
The women all call you a fool but you don't hear cause you're out on the street
Then realizing you'd shown them your face you come back to kill them all
But your gun fails and your rifle recoils and the shot thuds through a wall
And then you stagger into a bingo game in a tired retirement home
The caller drones out the letter numbers through a moldy microphone
You demand a sandwich from a sad young worker who makes no notice or fuss
And you upset the game but no one responds so you eat and leave in disgust
And you go to the local bank and you ask them, "anyone want to play funny?"
You threaten you're gonna slit some throats and so the tellers give you all of the money
But you exchange the money for a fake cache you had stashed in the back of your car
And in front of the workers in the garbage can you light the fake bag on fire
"Your money means nothing!" you say, and you drive away with a fortune
On the radio they talk about you but the station cracks with distortion
And you nod your heard and you nod your head and you nod your head..... and you say:

All talk, no action
All talk, no action
Got a problem do something about it too many people taking not enough leaving not enough shaking

Oh what have I done?
Where am I now?
I'm standing alone in a bathroom stall
My pants are down and my hands are small
What have I done?
Where will I go?
Why don't I know?
Why didn't I just stay home and watch myself on video?