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