Does is smell like death in here yet? nSet up shop we've got some money to make nCome on that that handshake felt like an atom bomb nAnd all the church choirs nSang for all the downtown saints with open arms nThey're waiting for the golden faith nLay your fear in the hands of the righteous nSign your name on the dotted line nSleep tight on the bed of diamonds nAnd you know the dreams can't stop nAlone lays this massive beast nOut shining out shaking in the sun nAnd they're building something different down there nSomething terrible and something clean nThey're building something down there nAnd we talk about the widows nWhen we know we're all to blame nAnd they wouldn't dream to stop feeding the beastn