The Bottom Line

Little guns
Little kisses
Kiss them all goodbye
Hope they’ll miss us

Wasted thoughts
More ammunition
The machine will have it’s way
Despite our wishes

Go back downtown
Grey stone and mortar
Cold calls to the poor
“Will you sell your daughter?”

Name your price
Get bottom dollar
Suburban afterlife
A lamb to slaughter

Too many times
No matter how high we fly
It goes around around around around
You will see
It’s who you wanted to be
You’ll think that you’ll be free
But it goes around around around around around

An empty hall
A stained-glass alter
If you don’t pull us out
We might falter

God need your goods
God need your money
To help us pay the rent
And keep it sunny

Too many times
No matter how high we fly
It goes around around around around
You will see
It’s who you wanted to be
You’ll think that you’ll be free
But it goes around around around around around

It goes around around around around
You will see
It’s not who you want to be
You’ll thought that you’d be free
But it goes around around around around around

ALBUM(S):

From But I Tell You (2005) and LIVE: Deconstructing the American Dream (2006)

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NOTES:

This song was originally called A Short Essay on the US Armed Forces, the American Corporation, and the American Church, but that seemed too long and contrived.

Here it stands, The Bottom Line.