Bearing westward, hell-bound on Old 66
I'm out for answers, wind up with just bloody kicks
A pocket Jesus to light your path
A techno-messiah, enraptured crashI couldn't make this shit up
The truth is bad enough
Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised children and lost respectLet me sell you illusions of concern
An endless loop of drown and burn
Worship while we tell you lies to your face
The bottom line a cheap disgraceElectro-lemmings line up to storm the cliff
The paying victims create a rapid shift
To empty commerce and wasted words
A celebration of the thinning herdI couldn't make this shit up
The truth is bad enough
Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised children and lost respectLet me sell you illusions of concern
An endless loop of drown and burn
Worship while we tell you lies to your face
The bottom line a cheap disgraceIt's a fucking disgrace
Songwriters
DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER, JOHN CAMPBELL, CHRIS ADLERPublished by
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