Culling

歌詞

Bearing westward, hell-bound on Old 66 I'm out for answers, wind up with just bloody kicks A pocket Jesus to light your path A techno-messiah, enraptured crash I couldn't make this shit up The truth is bad enough Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck Of ill-raised children and lost respect Let me sell you illusions of concern An endless loop of drown and burn Worship while we tell you lies to your face The bottom line a cheap disgrace Electro-lemmings line up to storm the cliff The paying victims create a rapid shift To empty commerce and wasted words A celebration of the thinning herd I couldn't make this shit up The truth is bad enough Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck Of ill-raised children and lost respect Let me sell you illusions of concern An endless loop of drown and burn Worship while we tell you lies to your face The bottom line a cheap disgrace It's a fucking disgrace