Song:   Welcome to Struggleville
All is quiet on the Western front,
 there appears to be a lull.
John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight
 with the little thoughts inside their skulls.
Salome she's undressed to the nines
 although a few pounds fatter.
she's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists,
 she coming at you with her platter.
I stole down to the waterfront
 to escape the desert heat.
What on earth you gotta do around here
 to try and get yourself a drink
Heard John the Baptist preaching
 "Make way for the King,
  but if you wanna recognize him,
  you gotta tell me all your sins"

They are building a new gallows
 for when You show up on the street.
Polishing the electric chair,
  they're gonna give You a front row seat.
Heard a sneer outside the garden;
 salutation so well-heeled:
 "Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"


I've been trying to negotiate peace
 with my own existence.
She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry;
 she breaking every cease-fire agreement.
Whole thing is full of decay
 just as sure as I'm made of dust,
 and into rust I know the beast is falling.

They are building a new gallows
 for when You show up on the street.
Polishing the electric chair,
  they're gonna give You a front row seat.
Heard a sneer outside the garden;
 salutation so well-heeled:
 "Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville,
  Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"

In the hole from the beginning/wherever
Truth shows up, it'll go on the chopping block.


Note:  Inspired by Edward Knippers' painting, "The Prize"
       (Salome with the head of John the Baptist