Coming Soon

our city's deemed unsafe, start running
for lack of better words, we're doomed
to die while writhing in our own water
but yet still live for the words "coming soon"

I see the broadcast stories on the monitor
they talk about how many people died
the information tells me of the numbers
but never fills my void enough to cry

we wouldn't eat the fruit off the ground
it's all soaked up with blood anyway
so we pass it on to those who have no choice
whose starvation forces them to ease the pangs

and us, we're screaming for a chance to be on T.V.
while others just scream wishing for their next meal
and we dump the garbage cans full of gold
but nothing's good enough for us to feel

and I, I drink my wine and raise my glass up high
I donate my old clothes that I don't wear
I'll play the act and read my dictionaries
just so I can pretend that I really care

yeah I'll donate my fucking 20 cents
to the bum that stands on the corner every day
I'll look like a hero and a lover
and still have too damn much on my dinner plate

yeah, I'll yell against the war in frustration
and then support his minions with my gold
I'm dancing with the devils of the earthly heaven
hoping every day to sell my decaying soul

yeah, I'll dance on your graves with my lover
I'll sleep away the hours with my prescriptions
I'll work away the hours like my father did
just so I can buy myself some new shit

some things that I don't even need
while preaching of the seven deadly sins
and living off of sloth and lust and greed
I'll pound your head in with my Bibles
and you better fucking follow me!

yeah, you better fucking follow me