The elite and elite-lite give their endorsement to the candidate.
They recognize him as a soul mate
They pass the plate
They call the investors to go good for the hors d'oeuvres.
The control devices are now mostly digital
An alarm goes off in case of something accidental
Something that could affect the state of capital
Like murder, it takes nerve.
Rosa's 's in the conference
She's talking to the audience
A guy who read every book by Noam ,
his mouth begins to foam.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
The girl next door,
She's gone hardcore
She's the kind it's hard to ignore.
For work she target markets for corporations.
Sadie--a nurse on the 7th floor--- stays detached,
She mends the broken bodies she's dispatched
She gives out the medicine and sends them home patched.
It's shift work but she's always up for a celebration.
Rosa's on the street
She can take the heat
A guy up to his ears in financial tension
is wondering which-a-way went his pension
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
The Elvis impersonator looks good in uniform
he's in the middle of a brainstorm
he goes right to the chairman of the board--- a real worm
it got Elvis thinking about changing his religion.
The chairman is counting his bonuses
and says to Elvis, "sing a new version of Heartbreak Hotel to sooth the masses"
But Elvis forgets the words and instead recites the Wasteland--- up to the part where Himmler's deciding on gases.
A light bulb comes on in the chairman's head and he continues with his addiction.
Rosa cuts to the chase,
The cops are on the case.
A guy who's visibly bored
says the internet's been whored
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter
The bureaucrat who knows how to scratch a back
Uses a spread sheet to plot counter attacks
At home he's expanding the deck out back
If you're his neighbor he'll haunt your view---to him you don't want to be beholden.
The leaders and their sycophants plot the next war.
But polls say people want no more
They'd rather work on rapport.
And plant a garden.
Rosa makes it to her hideout
She's worn out
A guy who's wondering where's God
gets the nod.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
Algebra can't keep up with chaos theory
And that's fine with Gerry , he lives in an allegory
He's constant , doesn't change his story.
For him the bliss of the moment is worth it.
Jack, who likes to suffer
has a demeanor like he's been worked on by an animal stuffer
He'll 'll cry you a river, that's his buffer
But even he is sometimes affected by a sunset.
Rosa gets banged around by the cops
They don't like her look and don't want to stop
A guy who yells out "hey"
gets a splash of pepper spray
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
At the Cross Roads where Robert Johnson is said to have sold his soul
The police go on patrol
They keep their eyes peeled for any movement that could start a craze, and get out of control.
They stick any relevant points in a mobile junk drawer, and shoot off tear gas shells.
In black and white
the usual no-strangers-to-treachery creep through the night
But the daytime has more fright
with it's many more combinations and killer syllables.
Rosa's at a conference
She's talking to the audience
A guy who read every book by Noam ,
his mouth begins to foam.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
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