Anchormen spike their blood
wear masks of mud
cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
and so no one would know how tired they've grown
of talking and telling their lies
while your TVs change stations
scroll messages
victims and christians both drinking blood
and they pray for the destruction of all hatred
more often, just those with hate for us
'cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
to suffer a cause others too
and you can live by your conscience
now guilt is a concept
you're no longer subscribing to
There's a virgin in my bed
and she's taking off her dress
And I'm not sure what I am gonna do
There's a song stuck in my head
and I can't help singing it
O' how I hope my singing pleases you
'cause this is not who I've become
but what you made me into
Oh, we got no health insurance
no cellular service
no disease they can't cure
but we need more money to burn
so each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
and your pills make me dizzy
forgetting my body
I watch as it walks away
I just keep drinking the poison
and smoking the cartons
a pack and a half a day
so when time comes to claim me
my friends and my family will gather around my grave
and they'll believe that they knew me
and love me and miss me
and all call me by my name
So imagine what you want
and then hold on to that thought
'cause that's as close as it will ever come
and believe you're where you are
and keep acting out the part
but at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away
and you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
So believe who you are
and stay in character.
but at the end of the play,
the audience walks away.
And you'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.