I don’t often head into town, you know
I don’t really dig that scene, too many lights
Little bit too fast
Little bit too loud.
But when I do –
Late night visits end in despair
I look around and I see bodies
Bodies lace the street
From top to bottom
Duvets, blankets, pillows, bodies.
No homes, no hope, no chance.
Vomit on the sidewalk,
Outside a burger joint
Got your minimum wage fast food worker
Mopping it up.
He looks happy.
Water mains burst, flooding the road,
Preacher screaming over the torrent
Got a book, the good book, the good word
No one’s listening.
Probably cause they took a look around
Saw it as it is
There’s no God on Queens
Fucken cesspool man, we’re drowning
Billboards are neon, moving
Saturating the hopeless
This is the best we can do?
This is the pinnacle of evolution?
Inebriated chimps, flinging shit at each other
And you’re telling me this is where it’s at
I don’t buy it man.