I didn’t think I’d ever see a shop window That wasn’t soon advertising to rent the space Is there a single person on this council who is older than their money? Or would please let someone circumcise this place?
There’s dollars to be made down at the Speedway Or convincing parents they should pay for school Or dealing hard powder to the trailer trash on 220 And assuring them that God will smite the fools
If you want to play golf on the weekends And mutter that the green used to be thick The ticket to the high life in the bottom of a top-heavy Virginia Is fixing all the people who are sick
When we drink, it’ll be in our parents’ basements While mom and dad yell upstairs at CNN When you grew up with Jesus outtaxing the city The only thing that’s there to do is sin And send the linings of our stomachs to the sewers once again