Used Tombstones

from ... In the Name of Progress by The Slaughterhouse Chorus

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lyrics

There's an old truck hooked up to a trailer full of doubt
It's brokedown in the crossings of your mind
and a freight train hauling a load of trouble
is coming down the line

But it's a little late to warn the driver
The engineer, well, he don't hear your worried cries
Each time the whistle blows, the more you come to know
those brakes are out and you're about to hit hard times

Have you been listening to the TV again?
Well, they don't always get it right
The devil hides in every crooked grin
as we pray to keep him away each night

But we all lend an ear whenever he comes near
Spoke to our sense of fear and prophesized
of all things right and wrong, mesmerized by his song
The beautiful folks can hide such ugly lives

But it's a little late to shame the newsman
Don't we all know the wind that blows can tell us lies
We failed ourselves again and washed our hands in the end
Is he to blame we trusted him with our lives?

But it's a little late to bribe the hangman
We're already gathered for the show
and after all you've seen, you never saw it coming
You'll never get to see it go