Three Chords and the (Lacanian) Truth

Here's the side B of my fledgling Crit-Rock oevure. Other yet-to-be recorded, sung or even written titles include : "Dare We Da da da ...", "The Loose and What Tarries ..." and "Full Cold in Power". Anyway -- this one is supposed to be funny ... (just so that the foolishness has a name ...)

Encountering the Real
I take comfort the thought that
Language seems to save
Through the simple signifiers:
"I, me and myself"
The objects that relate me to you.

Identify is found
In the sliding oppositions
Floating all around
A universe of signification:
Like "I, me and myself"
The objects that relate me to you.

"But isn't it all rather arbitrary
So what happens to "I think therefore I am"
Do not be dismayed
A sign will show the way...
As long as signifiers have free-plaaaaaaaay!

Structure so profound
We're immune to its consequences
Throwing terms around
As if binaries were natural
Like "I, me and myself"
The objects that relate me to you.