There's a McDonald's in the desert and a flag on the  moon  and gonna shoot billboards into space pretty soon  so that when I stare up into the smoggy night sky  I can see the golden arches floating way up high  there's two miles of mylar drifting aimlessly in space  I'll just sit there with one more blank stare on my face  and I'll just ignore it like everything else  'cause I'm just to damned busy always thinking about  myself  There's a place in the desert where the sand stretches out  and the wind keeps on crying "won't you get the fuck out"  all the white people came with their porsches and pools  to elect some celebrity to make all the rules  there's a shopping center standing on a burial ground now  there's a hamburger stand where you can eat a sacred  cow  it's a half a pound slab and it's juicy and meaty  and the billboard makers whine and complain about  grafitti.  There's a barge full of garbage floating in the harbor  there's a cementary full of our heroes and martyrs  and our road is paved with the beast of intentions  there's an answering machine answering at suicide  prevention  but at least someones listening sooner or later  so that they can report back that I am a traitor  for defacing all your billboards with a suicide tag  that you just can't wash out with some thinner and a rag