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

They are building a new gallows
For when you show up on the street
Oh, polishing the electric chair
They're gonna give you a front row seat
Heard a sneer outside the garden
Salutation so well
Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville

I stole down to the waterfront
To escape the desert heat
Oh, what on earth you gotta do around here
To try and get yourself a drink
Heard John the Baptist preaching
Said, "Make way for the King
But if you wanna recognize him
You gotta tell me all your sins"

And they are building a new gallows
For when you show up on the street
Oh, polishing the electric chair
They're gonna give you a front row seat
Heard a sneer outside the garden
Salutation so well
"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
Oh, the whole thing is full of decay
Just as sure as I'm made of dust
Oh, but into rust I hear the beast is calling

They are building a new gallows
When you show up on the street
Oh, polishing the electric chair
They're gonna give you a front row seat
Heard a sneer outside the garden
Salutation so well
"Final Stop, no points beyond Struggleville"
"Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"