Blood Slicked Highway

Who's cooking at the stake tonight?Is it the black, yellow, the red or the white?The majority's meat is the minority's poisonSo you keep your head down and run with the boys onA phalanx of phallic power and contemptThere are berries for the bullies and the thoroughbred turkeysWho won't mourn your loss as they rule in your nameYou know it mocks sense but you shut your faceI spy love but it's highly debatableI hear lies and they're inescapableFire, fire, toil and troubleThe wall is down now watch that rubble burnWatch that rubble burnThere's a blood red lining to every lieA calamity in every alleyway!I'm an uneasy rider on this blood-slicked highwayThere ain't one way to cook a gooseThere ain't one way to tie a noose!I spy love but it's highly debatableI hear lies and they're inescapableFire, fire, toil and troubleThe wall is down now watch that rubble burnWatch that rubble burnWho's cooking at the stake tonight?Is it the black, the yellow, the red or the white?There's a blood-red lining to every lieA calamity in every alleywayI'm an uneasy rider on a blood-slicked highwaya blood-slicked highwayon this blood-slicked highwayon this blood-slicked highway