When The Dump Burns Again

I’ll stay out here with you when the dump burns again

We’ll all be together when there aint no more MacNuggets

Still be by your side when all the Wal*Marts close down

And we’ll shuffle off to nowhere on streets with no traffic

We’ll sit and just watch as the next sandstorm approaches

Marvel at the difference with so many less people

May god bless us and keep us in merciful ignorance & poverty

And, lo, I will come fetch you when this rodeo’s over

Ask for me where every moonrise looks quite upside down

Walk with us to enjoy a bloody red, slaughterhouse sunset

Help us stack this old cardboard into our newest shelters

Laugh with us when we realize nothing will ever make sense

Give up your privacy for our sacred national security

Grab a place in any new line without even first asking why

He’ll be back soon – and He’ll be bringing us money & hope

But for now, just watch them parade til the dump burns again

Up above, colorful balloons will still keep us amused

Then it’s off to California with our guns and old bible

We’ll guzzle factory spring water & toss away the plastic bottles

We’ll kill for our god cause He said the infidels must pay

My sister is a saint but your mothers are all dirty whores

Off in the future, I often hear the grandchildren curse us

Stay back from the windows cause they’re still throwing bricks

See the dump burn again from our pink plastic lawnchairs

We’ll sleep in old SUVs & gnaw rancid Slim-Jims

I’ll shoot first and ask later, if I hear anything move

We’ll wonder with others what happened ta them Hollywood stars

It wont be too long fore none of the kids read at all

We’ll finally get away from them intrusive over-regelaters

But when we ransack the stores, the stuff sure does stink

We’ll fight over Twinkies but we wont find no more beer

Tell us again how sweet your big shiny pickup once sounded

When the dump burns again we’ll scatter like some uncovered bugs

But, there’ll be no time for sorrow with so much blood on our hands

We’ll stone those furtive CEOs who led us astray in fine suits

And the kids just won’t stop asking – Do we all really live only to suffer?