You buy yourself some guns and a full body bullet proof suit,
A van filled with explosives hidden under cardboard boxes of fruit.
And with a remote control 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 fruits drip onto the wires and 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 all 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, gathering all the women there in threes,
You sort them by their hair color and and you 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 that you had 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 at 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 and so you eat and leave in disgust.

And you go to the local bank and you ask them, "anybody wanna play funny?"
You threaten you're gonna slit some throats and so the tellers give you all the money.
Then you exchange the money for the fake cash you have stashed in a bag in your car.
And in front of the bank workers, in a garbage can, you light the fake bag on fire
"Your money means nothing! " you say. And you drive away with the fortune.
On the radio they talk about you, but the station cracks with distortion
And you nod your head And you nod your head And you nod your head and 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