The Trees Get Wheeled Away
Anchormen spike their bloodWear masks of mudCucumbers cut to fit their eyesAnd so no one would knowHow tired they've grownOf talking and telling their lies
While your tvs change stationsScroll messages, victimsAnd christians both drink in bloodAnd they pray for the destruction of all hatredMore often, just those with hate for us
Cause it hurts when you discoverOne's worse and one's betterTo suffer or cause others toAnd you can live by your conscienceNow guilt is a conceptYou're no longer subscribing to
There's a virgin in my bedAnd she's taking off her dressAnd I'm not sure what I am gonna doThere's a song stuck in my headAnd I can't help singing itBut how I hope my singing pleases youCause I am not who I've becomeBut what you'd made me into
Oh got no health insuranceNo cellular serviceNo disease they can cureBut we need more money to burnSo each person must learnThe dollar amount they are worth
And your pills make me dizzyForgetting my bodyI watch as it walks awayAnd I'll just keep drinking the poisonAnd smoking the cartonsA pack and a half a day
So when time comes to claim meMy friends and my familyWill gather around my graveAnd they'll believe that they knew meAnd loved me and miss meAnd all call me by my name
So imagine what you wantAnd then hold on to that thoughtCause that's as close as it will ever comeAnd believe you're where you areKeep acting out the partAt the end of the dayThe trees all get wheeled awayAnd you'll be standing aloneIn a blank blank space
So believe you're who you areAnd just stay in characterBut at the end of the playThe audience walks awayAnd I'll be shivering coldOn a well-lit stage