Welcome to the world of crippled spirits yearning to break free
Of bowling alleys and bingo halls and preachers on TV
Of antique stores and truck-stop whores and thieves in in cowboy hats
Bar-room brawls and drug control
I'm home
Imagine that
Welcome to the world of missing persons stolen by routine
Dead-end job to dead-end job and sadness in between
Make the most of nothing
It's all you'll ever get
(That and time enough to light another cigarette)
My independence depends on what you say
The only penance has cut and run away
I had a few too many
And a few too many more
Until I'd drunk enough to see we've done this all before
Welcome to the world of the burning cross
A ghost town in white hoods
"GLORY UNTO GOD!" we shout because He says we should
"Kill a queer for Christ!" we sing
"The Lord is on our side"
The Lord didn't even thank us
He'd covered up his eyes and turned Himself away from us
But we still take His name and use it as we always have
It suits us just the same
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