Welcome To Struggleville - Edwin Mccain

All is quiet on the Western front

There appears to be a lull

John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight

With the little thoughts inside their skulls

Salome she’s undressed to the nines

Although a few pounds fatter

She’s got Pavlov’s bells on her ankles and wrists

She coming at you with her platter

I stole down to the waterfront

To escape the desert heat

What on earth you gotta do around here

To try and get yourself a drink

Heard John the Baptist preaching

«Make way for the King

But if you wanna recognize him

You gotta tell me all your sins»

They are building a new gallows

For when You show up on the street

Polishing the electric chair

They’re gonna give You a front row seat

Heard a sneer outside the garden;

Salutation so well-heeled:

«Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville»

I’ve been trying to negotiate peace

With my own existence

She’s gotta stockpile full of weaponry;

She breaking every cease-fire agreement

Whole thing is full of decay

Just as sure as I’m made of dust

And into rust I know the beast is falling

They are building a new gallows

For when You show up on the street

Polishing the electric chair

They’re gonna give You a front row seat

Heard a sneer outside the garden;

Salutation so well-heeled:

«Final Stop!

No points beyond Struggleville