Welcome To Struggleville

All is quiet on the Western front,

there appears to be a lull.

John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight

with the little thoughts inside their skulls.

Salome she's undressed to the nines

although a few pounds fatter.

she's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists,

she coming at you with her platter.

I stole down to the waterfront

to escape the desert heat.

What on earth you gotta do around here

to try and get yourself a drink

Heard John the Baptist preaching

"Make way for the King,

but if you wanna recognize him,

you gotta tell me all your sins"

They are building a new gallows

for when You show up on the street.

Polishing the electric chair,

they're gonna give You a front row seat.

Heard a sneer outside the garden;

salutation so well-heeled:

"Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"

I've been trying to negotiate peace

with my own existence.

She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry;

she breaking every cease-fire agreement.

Whole thing is full of decay

just as sure as I'm made of dust,

and into rust I know the beast is falling.

They are building a new gallows

for when You show up on the street.

Polishing the electric chair,

they're gonna give You a front row seat.

Heard a sneer outside the garden;

salutation so well-heeled:

"Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville,

Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"

In the hole from the beginning/wherever

Truth shows up, it'll go on the chopping block.