living on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
down on the ground
it’s hard, dark and cold
the gold doesn’t shine
pass the penthouse monuments
to where the street beggars mine
the cities clogged arteries
where they’re
living on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
street preacher coughs and splutters
tis better to give your debt
to whores on crack
than give it to evangelicals
to save your petri dish souls
from the hangman’s sack
after you’ve subsisted
on dysfunctional last suppers
of toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
its cold ,dark and hard
telling time living in the sundials shadow
drawing up dreams from an oil well
riding a unicycle with a rusted chain
hardly gives a performing puppet
a chance to be a real human
while living on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
seeing stitching scars on zombies faces
from faith been sown across their eyes
politicians get society’s to trust fall
another generation will march to war
for peace or to save the world
politicians will turn their crusades
politicians will turn their crusaders
into an empty blood bath
in Blood Baths we raindog paddle
subsisting on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
find their lies chiseled on tombstones
the hard ,dark and cold stone chips
feeding the starving homeless pigeons
in the park where they fornicating flock
to their saviours monumental stone feet
to hear the politician sing honey songs
for change in exchange for their ultimate sacrifices
battleships swarm to their sirens ROCK
to find their hard earned change
just paid for another doomsday
MUSICAL INTERLUDE
marooned on the rock
where the song changes scales
not the empty soulless notes
the survivors do come to learn
while they’re leftovers subsisting
on toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
burnt toast and bargain bin wine
©bg 2019
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