when an empire falls to ruins...

so if these thoughts of southbound trains just left my blood? what's the point in wanting something less than love? what's the devils dance if everybody runs? but just a lonely day of livin for a sum. and if the race for common welfare has been won? will the pedistools come crashing one by one? and will the rubble ever grow back towards the sun? or will we all just find the dust and dirt more fun? so you can take a breath for all that's died and gone. sing a jingle for the products that live on. and you can do the same damn things. trade your soul for diamond rings. when this empire falls to ruins, we'll all be done. and we'll just lay and rot and die here in the sun. yeee haaaa!!