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 the TVs change stations
Scroll messages, victims and Christians both drinking blood
And they'll 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
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
Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you
'Cause this is not who I've become but what you make me into
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Oh we got no health insurance
No cellular service
No disease they can cure
But we need more money to burn
So each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
And those pills make me dizzy, forgetting my body
I watch as it walks away
And 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 hold on to that thought
'Cause that's as close as it will ever come
And believe you're where you are
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 you're who you are
And stay in character
But at the end of the play the audience walks away
And I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage