They Sold Your Soul

There’s a place that exists between Hell and Hell We’re doing the balancing act on the wobbly center rail trying hard to keep our sanity America, I’d pledge allegiance if I only knew which country owns us I’ve asked the questions never get the straight answers The answers they give only turn out to be more questions My father told me there would be a light at the end of the tunnel But it’s only the street lamp on the corner of Lies and Mistrust When did life get so God damned hard that it’s easier to believe them than it is to search for the truth There are times when I can feel the sun shining on my back But it all too quickly fades back to hate and blame Meanwhile they all run around screaming silence at each other Each one wanting to know why the other can’t understand the lie when it’s as plain as the pimple in the ass crack of their insanity It itches, but they won't scratch it for fear we’ll smell the crap on their hands So, somebody please tell me where did the innocent children go I know they were just here I heard them laughing and playing out on the back lawn But when I turned back to look they were suddenly gone They’re in the bathroom with a razor slash across their wrists Because they know that the big white house on top of the hill is just a meeting place where the world’s auctioneers give what is for sale to the ones in line who have the most cash