Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired theyve grown Of talking and telling their lies While the TVs change stations, scroll messages Victims and Christians both drinking blood And theyll pray for the destruction of all hatred more often Just those with hate for us Cause it hurts when you discover ones worse and ones better To suffer or cause others to And you can live by your conscience, now guilt is a concept Youre no longer subscribing to Theres a virgin in my bed and shes taking off her dress And Im not sure what I am gonna do Theres a song stuck in my head and I cant help singing it Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you Cause this is not who Ive become But what you make me into 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 theyll 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 thats as close as it will ever come And believe youre where you are, keep acting out the part But at the end of the day the trees all get wheeled away And youll be standing alone in a blank blank space So believe youre who you are and stay in character But at the end of the play the audience walks away And Ill be shivering cold on a well lit stage
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