Who Digs Such Shitty Graves?

Wait as the material procession flashes false idols
With blond hair and fake tits they lead you to the slaughter house
With big asses and long eye lashes
They lead you into a maze of desire
Of chasing shit, chasing (your) tail,
oh big boy go head tell that tale
Tell us all how you laid that bitch down
Oh we are on the edge of our seats, bitter boys

Even more bitter than the girls but then again who knows
The public rancor-- discourse, of the day
The hateful words bounce back and fourth
Passing around epitaphs like a lit bomb
Ready to explode
See now, we all bleed red!
As evident by the entrails and guts strewn across the room

Confessionals turn to convictions it seems
And you've been convincing me to turn in
Throw in the towel
Not dying but living to die all the same
And capitalism fucked my girlfriend
The procession of dollar signs and happy customers
The burnt out losers buying smokes with spare change
Just barely made it almost a nickel short
Coast on by now with the kindness of strangers on your back
Waiting to die, international chainsmokers watching the sky