With sense of irony
everyone you see is chasing their illusion
Take a dive or sink or swim
But in the end you're in the same pollution

In your world escape is swift
The nonsense list is all you need to know
In the land of dreams you make the right connections
Then you'll be the hero...

Ecstasy...
The cult of me provides our institutions
You can live forever besides a grave that stands
Where people used to function

You can join the saviours of our culture
Vultures circling overhead my sky
Like the sin of gluttony won't set you free
(But betty ford can help you try)

PRE-CHORUS:
You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap
And make them eat it

CHORUS:
Where is our John Wayne
Where is our sacred cowboys now?
Where are the indians on the hill
There's no indians left to kill

People die with oxycen
And all their money can afford a breath
People starving everywhere
And staring in the face of death
Prostituties and politicans
Laying in their beds together
You can be the saviour of the poor
Making up the policies
To open the back door...

PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS