As I force a slight curve
Upon my greasy face
I begin to wonder
If the devil owns this place.


And all of my dreams-
Sucked down into the drain.
The clouds are overhead
But where is the rain?

Maintaining my strength,
I hum a favorite song.
Life’s tumbled away.
What has gone wrong?

I recited that speech
About liberty and justice for all.
Now tell me this:
Where do I fall?

Transported on a train
To live in a pen of hay
Days are getting dirtier.
I think I’ll throw tomorrow away.

I never knew that Hell
Was such a bumpy ride.
But America the Beautiful
I’ll still stand by your side.