Such Large Portions

Pet the bomb-sniffing dog
It's friendly, though it's on the job
It turns and says "It's too damned-late-o'-clock"

And I want what I want
But I can't really say what I want

Powdered light from flat screen
Floods the room with "Live beyond your means"
There is a price for free speech

You want what you want
And you can't really say what you want

The food is poison here, you can't eat it - But in such large portions!
The food is poison here, you can't eat it - And it keeps you going!
And if that's a joke, it's a joke but not a funny joke

You can have what you want, if you know what you want
(No one knows what they want)

Pet the bomb-sniffing dog
It's friendly, though it's on the job
The cause is worthy and it's lost

And I want what I want, but I can't really say what I want

Pain deferred is pain amplified
And fear rides shotgun, but always wants to switch sides
"Come on, darlin'. You can sleep while I drive..."