Conan, Early Letterman

I know that nothing works in isolation Life is like a simulation Never shall I ever leave my home Spend my nights with television Drinking in my inhibitions Dreaming of a talk show of my own Conan, maybe early Letterman I wonder if things were really better then I promise that I will never realize An era & a city I idealized Every night I have a vision Giant skeleton bart simpson Crown atop 11 pointed skull Fire raining, jewel encrusted Turning on the ones we've trusted Wake in the early morning lull Try to find a clip I can dream on Abe Vigoda maybe Warren Zevon The present & the past are colliding The future is a concept that is dying