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 or cause others to

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

O' I don't know 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 loved me and missed 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 who you are

just keep acting out the part

but at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away

and I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage