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.

the 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.

--"welcome to struggleville" vigilantes of love