In a world all black, I count my blessings Make my peace, wave goodbye as they're taken This isn't my town, I'm only visiting I haven't even started my rain yet, I'm only drizzling Do horoscopes still apply, born under a neon sign? Many are tried, the chosen are hung, and I don't want to see you on the other side Stray ants spot clean the floor Helicopters run for forest fires Run like you've got nails in your feet, and you're off to build a house Are you high on life, or drunk with denial? Cold words never thrill me In an empty cathedral I scream, in an empty venue I scream You starve like love on television, die for your country like Eugine Debs Sing the gospel like a Rolling Stone Make anthems like you're choking on fumes My skull aches so hard it'll probably fail Never been there, but I got a secret for Yale... You can have Geronimo's bones, I'm the new king of Jamestown
Everybody's dead, I'm the new king of Jamestown
You're a fly in milk, a lead on gravity, a sinking feeling, a dying wish An empty mantle, a luncheon for Africa, a postcard from one prison to another Watch you get burned out like a Branch Davidian You hold a flame like the children of Hiroshima Live on the edge like lemmings or skyscrapers Feel like a million bucks, like a million dollars Everybody loves you, you walk the line like its a race to the bottom You know who you are by the doors that slam in your face A free man, but you know the cage like a referee Somebody get me out of the canal, I'm freezer burned "Son it's a coffin, haven't you learned anything?" Throwing Vietnam roses, monkeys watch us You know the ledge, you've fallen off every three years Panic stricken, gunned down, looking for a moral high ground
Everybody's dead, I'm the new mayor of Jamestown
I'll have you know, I had a profession years ago Now I stay wicked like the lights that search for immigrants at night I run like the timequakes cannot catch me But they find me, and are quick to sentence me I once was warm and ran with the horde, but I don't wanna look poor no more We're being hunted and skinned to pieces As we float we learn to skip town, and find something new in the voice Every Main Steet must end, every life will ruin it's course All I'm doing in verse, suffocating inside of an alligator purse In the miracle mile you either find food, or be food, or something worse...