Stumbling familiar Came the have-not; Juiced and pathetic With cratered log Books and the lining The destics Of his attachments No more aging Living like the farm, Used to live in the now Perched atop the front door Crashed the party Brought to the phony monarchy Brought in with the guardian note Have-not brought in the step man Banging pots and pans Pulling at my children's hands Stole my holy ghost When the scion Comes around Turning pyramids Upside down Feeding the rag And the ray tube Waits a little longer Staled the air Scion Scion Scion Scion Spouting waste at Third world poverty Chewing steak and Snorting taxes Representative Of our mania Our panic OUR HANGOVER Fuel for the stations Of the cross WELCOME TO THE END OF AMERICA Scion Scion Scion Scion When the scion Comes around Turning pyramids Upside down Feeding the rag And the ray tube Waits a little longer