There`s a McDonald`s in the desert and a flag on the
moon
and gonna shoot billboards into space pretty soon
so that when I stare up into the smoggy night sky
I can see the golden arches floating way up high
there`s two miles of mylar drifting aimlessly in space
I`ll just sit there with one more blank stare on my face
and I`ll just ignore it like everything else
`cause I`m just to damned busy always thinking about
myself
There`s a place in the desert where the sand stretches out
and the wind keeps on crying won`t you get the fuck out
all the white people came with their porsches and pools
to elect some celebrity to make all the rules
there`s a shopping center standing on a burial ground now
there`s a hamburger stand where you can eat a sacred
cow
it`s a half a pound slab and it`s juicy and meaty
and the billboard makers whine and complain about
grafitti.
There`s a barge full of garbage floating in the harbor
there`s a cementary full of our heroes and martyrs
and our road is paved with the beast of intentions
there`s an answering machine answering at suicide
prevention
but at least someones listening sooner or later
so that they can report back that I am a traitor
for defacing all your billboards with a suicide tag
that you just can`t wash out with some thinner and a rag