Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud   Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes   And so no one would know how tired they've grown   Of talking and telling their lies      While your TV's change stations, scroll messages   Victims and Christians both drinking blood   And they'll pray for the destruction of all hatred   More often, just those with hate for us      'Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better   To suffer or cause others to   And you can live by your conscience, now guilt is a concept   You're no longer subscribing to      There's a virgin in my bed   And she's taking off her dress   And I'm not sure what I am gonna do      There's a song stuck in my head   And I can't help singing it   Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you   'Cause this is not who I've become but what you make me into      Oh, we got no health insurance, no cellular service   No disease, they can't cure   But we need more money to burn   So each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth      And those pills make me dizzy forgetting my body   I watch as it walks away   And I just keep drinking the poison and smoking the cartons   A pack and a half a day      So when time comes to claim me   My friends and my family will gather around my grave   And they'll believe that they knew me   And loved me and missed me, and all call me by my name      So imagine what you want   And then hold on to that thought   'Cause that's as close as it will ever come      And believe you're where you are   Keep acting out the part   But at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away   And you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space      So believe you're who you are and stay in character   But at the end of the play, the audience walks away   And I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage