Welcome To Struggleville Lyrics - Lost In America - Edwin Mccain

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. 

I stole down to the waterfront 

To escape the desert heat. 

What on earth you gotta do around here 

To try and get yourself a drink 

Heard John the Baptist preaching 

"Make way for the King, 

But if you wanna recognize him, 

you gotta tell me all your sins" 

They are building a new gallows 

For when you show up on the street. 

Polishing the electric chair, 

They're gonna give you a front row seat. 

Heard a sneer outside the garden; 

Salutation so well-heeled: 

"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. 

Whole thing is full of decay 

Just as sure as I'm made of dust, 

And into rust I know the beast is falling. 

They are building a new gallows 

For when you show up on the street. 

Polishing the electric chair, 

They're gonna give you a front row seat. 

Heard a sneer outside the garden; 

Salutation so well-heeled: 

"Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville"