well the world’s getting heavy and it sticks to my feetnwell practiced in losing and brave in defeatnwith no friends in this business you keep your enemies sweetnand keep one in the chamber for every stranger you meetnnI’ll take pieces of silver for a head full of rhymenI’ll take a headache and a casket for a life full of timenI’ll take a patch of new mexico and I will call it minenAnd I’ll swear never to return to the scene of the crimennWell the mob’s getting angry and the torches alightnBecause they’re putting up taxes by a penny tonightnAnd you can never taste freedom boys if you run from a fightnAnd when the heavens are falling take a step to the rightnnSo we smoke ourselves skinny and we drink ourselves blindnSelf-discovery knocks but there is nothing to findnAnd if you’re looking for victims would you keep me in mindnLet us be kissed on the cheek, let us be fucked from behindnnThere’s no need to tread carefully there’s no need to fearnJust talk in obscure non-specifics and try to look all sincerenEvery administration blames the one from last yearnSo when consequence calls there’ll be nobody herennSo we sell out our kids for a tank full of gasnAnd a lifetime in plastics for a fistful of cashnLet the rivers run dry let the economy crashnAnd let the discotheques resound to the requiem massnnSo we sell out our kids for a tank full of gasnAnd a lifetime in plastics for a fistful of cashnLet the rivers run dry let the economy crashnAnd let the discotheques resound to the requiem massn