The Dead Flag Blues

The cars on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows.
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs, with the radio on and the curtains drawn.

We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,
And the machine is bleeding to death.

The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the tops of their poles.

It went like this, the buildings toppled in on themeselves
Mothers, clutching babies, picked through the rubble, and pulled out their hair.
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal, stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin, orange haze.

I said kiss me, you're beautiful, these are truly the last days.

You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it
Like a daydream, or a fever.

We woke up one morning, and fell a little further down
For sure is the Valley of Death.

I open up my wallet, and it is full of blood.