Trees All Get Wheeled Away Bright Eyes

Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud
Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
And so no one would know how tired they've grown
Of talking and telling their lies

While the TVs change stations, scroll messages
Victims and Christians both drinking blood
And they'll pray for the destruction of all hatred more often
Just those with hate for us

'Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
To suffer or cause others to
And you can live by your conscience, now guilt is a concept
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There's a virgin in my bed and she's taking off her dress
And I'm not sure what I am gonna do
There's a song stuck in my head and I can't help singing it
Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you
'Cause this is not who I've become
But what you make me into

Oh we got no health insurance, no cellular service
No disease they can cure
But we need more money to burn so each person must learn
The dollar amount they are worth