Wide Lawn, Narrow Mind

It's a lukewarm war, ice is melting

Where's the sick soap for brainwashing?

The forest precedes damned man

Desert follows with no clean up plan

If god exists he's a con man

Abolish him, call a mortician

Systems collapse just like prolapsed assholes

Liberate the witches jailed by the cockroaches

Draged out by old snitches who live in the dead churches

Man will shit big britches

Holds onto the crutches

Won't take all the punches

And dies in the street's ditches

Then leaches

The forest precedes damned man

Desert follows with no clean up plan

If god exists he's a con man

Abolish him, call a mortician

Market crashes, sacrificial asses.

It's a lukewarm war, ice is melting

Where's the sick soap for brainwashing?

The forest precedes damned man

Desert follows with no clean up plan

If god exists he's a con man

Abolish him, call a fucking mortician