Aftermath

Oil turns to rainbows on rain-slick city streets
Young paper boys and Bourbon cabbies stand in sharp relief
Salvation Army brass band strikes up by the bank
That’s now empty of all currency--who am I to thank?
Palm readers and politicians make promises galore
Hollywood spreads her legs like a two-bit whore
Offering numbness to the masses who fear the market crash
Well, out there in the stable
Something coming down fast
Well, churches, they’re empty, and the businessmen curse their luck
There’s a little bit of truth left out there, it may not be enough
To save a world where everyone’s demons are their best friends
If you cannot cast them out, you learn to live with them
Oil turns to rainbows, it’s my last will and testament
Been casting out my skeletons, scraping off the excrement
Salvation Army brass band strikes up by the bank
That’s now empty of all currency--who am I to thank? Ho!
Baby
Baby, oh, oh, oh
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm