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

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