Welcome to Struggleville

Artist: Vigilantes of Love
 Song: Welcome to Struggleville
 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