LOST VEGAS PT. II

The crematory's smoke holds a million dreams
The world is just as ugly as it seems
The hollow structure of today
Drags you down into the mud and the clay
Your life is down the sewer, you never see the sun
Your past persecutes you, you shun everyone
There are so many things you can't tackle
Heading straight to a great debacle
You just can't live up to your lord's demands
So, whatcha gonna do?
Where you gonna go?
Now when you've had your fun.

Purgatory's smoke holds a million sins
Don't knock on heaven's door, they won't let you in
The gospel's in the gutter and its preacher is gone
Death pays a visit but he leaves you undone
Heaven's ramschackle,
Your soul's hamschackled
You just can't seem to wash the stench off your hands
So, whatcha gonna do?
Where you gonna go?
Now when it all has gone.
			
David Bremer 1998