Noose Dressed Like A Necklace

A cadillac drives down my street

A bead of sweat pourin slow down a palm line

I see a bumper sticker

It's a bearded man with a wanted sign

A myth we've made to scare out fears away

A slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate

A muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain

But it's really just a desert corpse

We've painted on the wall out in some cave

Anyway

I don't know where he's gonna park that thing

My neighborhood drunk's on line at the deli

With his shaky hands and his swollen face he waits for his coffee

He blacks out curbside every night

And every day crawls back towards wall street

So I don't see it like it's us and them

I just see everybody working for that same eternal weekend

Droning on and on and on and never doing what we wanted

Heavy legs two steps behind some forever dangling carrot

And I'm tired of this

So who's to say that we can't just fucking change it?

And I know it seems dramatic

But I treat it like a crisis

The office to the coffin

All our time and talent wasted

And that weight against your throat

Is that a noose dressed like a necklace?

From here I couldn't

Really tell the difference

Either way I say

Let's not take any chances

'Cause I don't know where he's gonna park that thing

No I don't know where he's gonna park that thing

No I don't know where he's gonna park that thing