America is gone and hope is leaving through torn pockets
The nail of greed sunk deep with the hammer of lust
Laziness\' gears greased with the oil of technology
Clear waters polluted with the invasion of septic foreign waste
Elected Jesus shaves his beard with a butcher\'s cleaver
Drunk on a past generation\'s stolen wine, debauched he stumbles
A fly herder of wilted dreams in which an eagle becomes a bogey
Please don\'t piss on my grave or obituary