The carpenter went to his dark place again Mouth full of gravy and turkey and truth Only hears you when you say amen So heavy is his burden of proof Said his enemies he always outfoxes So many dark forces at play So many carpenters building little boxes In the faded glory USA When you look at me I look away I told him well I guess in my role As a professional singer and ham Instead of a cane I've got a broken soul And it's with the deaf and dumb I stand God bless your coldhearted causes Your cartoons and curses are a bore Your eyes aglow like stolen watches The righteous so eager for war When you look at me I look away Your god's a good chance to get stupid It really brings up the blood It will spin you dizzy as Cupid Like a broken doll in a flood You make me feel the noose is tightening Though I know I lean melodramatic The soundtrack for everything I see Is played by those hacks from the Titanic When they open fire We look away