With all this sickness in the air
it’s enough to make us squirm
take a deep breath, hold your arm out
lethal injected hit-and-run
One more pure dose for the road
melted on the burning stove
leave the lights on, souls are sold out
grave digging’s never been this fun
Black coal hanging
on the hearth
stockings split
when God goes grunge
Big wood splintered
from the stakes
two thousand years
of live and learn
Plastic visions flash in blank eyes
ammunition for the squad
take a big hit, join the death march
madness of the frenzied mob
Foolish outcasts laugh on their hill
plateau of the great divide
shrug of shoulders, straightened spine
swallow all our angst and pride
Black coal hanging
on the hearth
stockings split
when God goes grunge
Big wood splintered
from the stakes
two thousand years
of live and learn