Rims of Doom

I hardly give a **** about anything anymore

As long as I've got my girls and my boys

I don't care what went before

Now politics is obsolete and the news just make you cry

And when they ask me what my problem is

With no doubt I'll reply

We've lost our way

Now we're all slaves

To the currency that flutters by

And the jealousies we try to hide

And the singing on the glowing wound

And the spinning of the silvery rims of doom

And all the song go

E-eee-e-eee...e-eee-e-eee...

All the songs go

E-eee-e-eee...e-eee-e-eee...

On and on and on and on

The younger man I used to be

I hardly recollect

Just a string of rusty souvenirs

All chained about my neck

Now history is meaningless

And on the news everybody dies

And when they ask me what my problem is

Well here's what I reply

We've lost our way

Now we're all slaves

To the currency that flutters by

And the jealousies we try to hide

And the singing on the glowing wound

And the spinning of the silvery rims of doom

While all the song go

E-eee-e-eee...e-eee-e-eee...

All the songs go

E-eee-e-eee...e-eee-e-eee...

On and on and on and on

Distortion, terror, chaos, death

Money, cost, gold

Why are y'all so sad?

Death,Death, Death,Death...

On and on, and on, and on