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 tvs change stations   scroll messages, victims   and christians both drink in blood   and they 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   but how I hope my singing pleases you   cause I am not who I've become   but what you'd made me into      oh got no health insurance   no cellular service   no disease they can cure   but we need more money to burn   so each person must learn   the dollar amount they are worth      and your pills make me dizzy   forgetting my body   I watch as it walks away   and I'll 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 miss 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   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 just 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