I didn’t think I’d ever see a shop window 
 That wasn’t soon advertising to rent the space 
 Is there a single person on this council who is older than their money? 
 Or would please let someone circumcise this place? 

 There’s dollars to be made down at the Speedway 
 Or convincing parents they should pay for school 
 Or dealing hard powder to the trailer trash on 220 
 And assuring them that God will smite the fools 

 If you want to play golf on the weekends 
 And mutter that the green used to be thick 
 The ticket to the high life in the bottom of a top-heavy Virginia 
 Is fixing all the people who are sick 

 When we drink, it’ll be in our parents’ basements 
 While mom and dad yell upstairs at CNN 
 When you grew up with Jesus outtaxing the city 
 The only thing that’s there to do is sin 
 And send the linings of our stomachs to the sewers once again