In Garish Lands We Pray
In garish lands we pray our jingles
Full of pump and dump lyrics
And mistletoe romance.
And greet the new night
With freedom damn freedom
Kissing our showgirls... away from our wives.
Glass shattered honesty pickled with petrol
And dangling sympathy upended in misery
The tinsel and bribery packed away and forgotten.
A nod to the lenten ones, with sacrifice nibbling
At the ego-laced brains caught perpetually dealing.
This night, this tomorrow, this light, now extinguished.
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