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Death, walking and talking

Death, making a mess of life

Death, with its façade layered in makeup

Death, in its tailored suit

Death, in its designer jeans and designer drugs

Death, holding a gated banquet in the midst of the poorhouse

Death, talking to each other from the gut and the ever lustful eye

Death, whose lifeblood is money

Death, who sits next to me on the park bench

Death, who guzzles oil on their cross-country pilgrimage to Disney World

Death, growing more severe than any plague

Death, who loves their ice-cream cake

Death, who have invested their eternity in stocks and bonds

Death, who wear their logos proudly

Death, who smell of perfumes

Death, who rule

Death, who think they rule

Death, who hides itself in my coffee and clothes

Death, stitched into the fabric of ignorant meandering

Death, lending its helpful hand to our children

Death, in our tradition

Death, in our focus groups

Death, spreading its seed

Death, ever present

Death, death

 

Build your walls around your spouse

Make a family, build a house

Contribute to society

Let’s play a game, it's called we’re free

 

Take your share of the public pie

Don’t think on those who each day die

Who die to fill our public pot

Who slave in factories and forever rot

 

To play the game we call “we’re free”

You must stimulate the economy

So lend a hand, pick up your whip

Load ammo onto our battle ship

 

Oil’s cheap and diamonds too

At least for me and at least for you

But not for those who paid in blood

To contribute to the capitalist flood

 

Sleep around, enjoy your skin

Before responsibility kicks in

Those who believe this are misled

And “responsibility” is what they're fed

 

Credit cards and electric bills

Go to the doctor, he’ll prescribe you pills

You’ll forget how to feel and think of course

But at least you’ll have the use of every social resource

 

Go to the church, it's for your own good

Don’t forget to pray to the holy wood

Devour your savior to get rid of your sin

Now your accounts have been cleared to let this week’s in

 

Send off your children to be trained by the state

And don’t you even begin to contemplate fate

Your money’s your fate, this state of mind is your home

You’re in the midst of company and yet you find you’re alone

 

And if you begin to weep, or fuss or break down

you’ll be scolded and whipped and with thorns you’ll be crowned

and if you think on your brothers behind the wall you’ve built up

you’ll find you weep everyday and your world will erupt