Watch your neck This place is a big old wreck Dry your face We gotta get out of this place In these times When the unfulfilled life is a crime Bought and sold To a jeweled hand so cold Total disarray The world is turning away We were sold a bill of goods Before we even knew they could A sad lament About the sorry way the state went At the back of my mind In a dream where everything is fine Future days of waste Begin to fade to grey