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,
Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"
In the hole from the beginning/wherever
Truth shows up, it'll go on the chopping block
Note: Inspired by Edward Knippers' painting, "The Prize"
(Salome with the head of John the Baptist)