Fountain of Good Fortune

I see a problem I'm not willing to address And I take pleasure In not wanting to impress 'Cos I'm drinking From the fountain of good fortune And I see the beauty in technology And the simple sentiment of history And it's all too easy with the privilege Of the fountain of good fortune I've been washed I've been anointed I've eaten the body of The Lord It's from the fountain of good fortune Springs dirty cloudy water That pollutes the mind Of anyone around Holding on to my own Burn it down when I'm gone Holding on to my own Holding on Toes at the weir Back to them all Too loud a solitude