Nothing Is Free

In a world all black, I count my blessings 
  Make my peace, wave goodbye as they're taken 
  This isn't my town, I'm only visiting 
  I haven't even started my rain yet, I'm only drizzling 
  Do horoscopes still apply, born under a neon sign? 
  Many are tried, the chosen are hung, and I don't want to see you on the other side 
  Stray ants spot clean the floor 
  Helicopters run for forest fires 
  Run like you've got nails in your feet, and you're off to build a house 
  Are you high on life, or drunk with denial? 
  Cold words never thrill me 
  In an empty cathedral I scream, in an empty venue I scream 
  You starve like love on television, die for your country like Eugine Debs 
  Sing the gospel like a Rolling Stone 
  Make anthems like you're choking on fumes 
  My skull aches so hard it'll probably fail 
  Never been there, but I got a secret for Yale... 
  You can have Geronimo's bones, I'm the new king of Jamestown 

  Everybody's dead, I'm the new king of Jamestown 

  You're a fly in milk, a lead on gravity, a sinking feeling, a dying wish 
  An empty mantle, a luncheon for Africa, a postcard from one prison to another 
  Watch you get burned out like a Branch Davidian 
  You hold a flame like the children of Hiroshima 
  Live on the edge like lemmings or skyscrapers 
  Feel like a million bucks, like a million dollars 
  Everybody loves you, you walk the line like its a race to the bottom 
  You know who you are by the doors that slam in your face 
  A free man, but you know the cage like a referee 
  Somebody get me out of the canal, I'm freezer burned 
  Son it's a coffin, haven't you learned anything? 
  Throwing Vietnam roses, monkeys watch us 
  You know the ledge, you've fallen off every three years 
  Panic stricken, gunned down, looking for a moral high ground 

  Everybody's dead, I'm the new mayor of Jamestown 

  I'll have you know, I had a profession years ago 
  Now I stay wicked like the lights that search for immigrants at night 
  I run like the timequakes cannot catch me 
  But they find me, and are quick to sentence me 
  I once was warm and ran with the horde, but I don't wanna look poor no more 
  We're being hunted and skinned to pieces 
  As we float we learn to skip town, and find something new in the voice 
  Every Main Steet must end, every life will ruin it's course 
  All I'm doing in verse, suffocating inside of an alligator purse 
  In the miracle mile you either find food, or be food, or something worse... 

  Everybody's dead, I wanna be the mayor of Baghdad