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Edwin McCain - Welcome to Struggleville lyrics
All is quiet on the Western front, There appears to be a lull. John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight With the little thoughts inside their skulls. Salome she's undressed to the nines Although a few pounds fatter. She's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists, She coming at you with her platter. I stole down to the waterfront To escape the desert heat. What on earth you gotta do around here To try and get yourself a drink Heard John the Baptist preaching "Make way for the King, But if you wanna recognize him, You gotta tell me all your sins" They are building a new gallows For when You show up on the street. Polishing the electric chair, They're gonna give You a front row seat. Heard a sneer outside the garden; Salutation so well-heeled: "Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville" I've been trying to negotiate peace With my own existence. She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry; She breaking every cease-fire agreement. Whole thing is full of decay Just as sure as I'm made of dust, And into rust I know the beast is falling. They are building a new gallows For when You show up on the street. Polishing the electric chair, They're gonna give You a front row seat. Heard a sneer outside the garden; Salutation so well-heeled: "Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville" |
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