Bomb Silo

You got money, but you got no greed
You like the books baby, but you never really read
You like the house, it's got no bricks
You like the needle, but no pin ****

It's another ten days to go, you got your AM radio
Get your candles lit, get your bootleg show
All the kids go silent in the bomb silo
All the kids go silent in the bomb silo

You're like the king, rolling up the block
Got the time baby, got no clock
When you say love, you're talking about pain
When you say faith, I think it's a shame

You got dreams, but you never really sleep
You act spoiled baby, but you know you come cheap
I've got a friend down south, likes to hang on the cross
Got a friend that loves Jesus, calls the Devil his boss.