By: Ben Nardolilli

In every heart of this generation is a burned over district,
I have found mine, have you found yours?

But we can afford lifestyle merchandise,
which should be enough despite the trickle down drought

We are restless, no longer responding to the control rods,
better to be precarious in heaven than safe in hell

You have dead ends to spare, I have dead ends too
let’s combine them and make a ride

Our kingdoms are not of this commonwealth,
we survive in the jungle, praying one day it turns to a circus