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 TV´s change stations, scroll messages

Victims and Christians both drinking blood
And they´ll 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
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There´s a virgin in my bed
And she´s taking off her dress
And I´m not sure what I am gonna do
There´s a song stuck in my head
And I can´t help singing it
Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you
´Cause this is not who I´ve become but what you make 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 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 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 you´re where you are
Keep acting out the part
But at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away
And you´ll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
So believe you´re who you are and stay in character
But at the end of the play, the audience walks away
And I´ll be shivering cold on a well lit stage