Down on freestreet

Buried six feet down



In a one horse -

Carefully locked door town



Where no one ever comes around

There ain't nothing there to be found

An eye for an eye pound for pound



Blown up yet minimal

Built up by criminal hands

To the republic - it's sick

For which it stands



There's a man on desolation row

Reaping fruits that someone else has sown

And a prime time appearence on a television show



You know the sheep are ridden with disease

And i'm down on bending knees



The tumour's spreading oh so fast

The remedy will never last

The die's been cast and the deadline's past



There's a crying beholder

But no one told her why

Just wrapped up in plastic

Conveniently elastic lies



I got my radio on

It's playing that same old stupid song

Over and over for much too long



I've got to turn that damn thing down...