This nation who won\'t take dimes
But walking the street is a dollar (eighty-five)
Can\'t yank a hanger without a woman
taking the kill — Can\'t live off the land
(like white triangles can), as easy as
a needle in (Jacksonville?)
Leviticus has taken the hand of state —
\"Boy, haven\'t you heard?\" I screamed
into the catacombs; (see, we don\'t
let the antiques carry the weight).
Commander of dust, better than
a broken wall — our money went where?
\"Boy, at least we didn\'t fall!\" screamed the
gavel; (see we forget the bullets under
those duty boots) walking over necks
and doorframes — weren\'t they
supposed to breathe? But forget
Cinnamon men with the Chapman
number fours — take a timeout
by the power plant, raggedy layman
bore (tell \'em to take the family too)
Step outta the way, I\'ll miss my shot —
the grass is greener when you\'re paying
for the lot — Above the fold news,
\"Boy, haven\'t you heard?\" the inside
scoop about why children go blind
I heard the blue pills are at it again,
\"Boy, they\'ve crossed the line!\"
A line drawn many years ago across
a small red divide — I can taste it now —
the blood of labor, Jekyll, and Hyde