Down on Freestreet   Buried six feet down   In a one horse   Carefully locked door town      Where no one ever comes around   There ain't nothing there to be found   An eye for one eye, pound for pound   Blown up yet minimal, built up by criminal hands      And to the republic, it's sick   For which it stands      There's a man on desolation row   Reaping fruits that someone else has sown   And a prime time appearance on a television show      You know, the sheep are ridden with disease   And I'm down on bending knees   The tumor's spreading oh, so fast   The remedy will never last   The die's been cast and the deadline's past      There's a crying beholder   But no one told her, why   Just wrapped up in plastic   Conveniently elastic lies      I got my radio on   It's playing that same old stupid song   Over and over for much too long   I've got to turn that damn thing down      I've got to turn that damn thing down   I've got to turn that damn thing down   I've got to turn that damn thing down      I've got to turn that damn thing down   I've got to turn that damn thing down   I've got to turn that damn thing down   I've got to turn that damn thing      Turn that damn thing   Turn that damn thing   Turn that damn thing down