David Johansen’s Soul

I saw David Johansen singing to an empty room
I saw neo fascists dressed like holy men
I saw caskets driving down the interstate
I felt the temperature was changing
There was a static on the radio
I turned it up

We're all going to get what we have coming to us
We're all going to get what we deserve
Spools run out of thread, one day your lungs
Are going to run out of breath
We're all going to get what we deserve

The lights were blinding and the air was
Full of smoke
The acidic smell of vomit crept up my nose
I saw tempests in the desert
I saw a new clear horizon
I heard the pipes creak and moan

We're all going to get what we have coming to us
We're all going to get what we deserve
Spools run out of thread, one day your lungs
Are going to run out of breath
We're all going to get what we deserve

I saw fear written on a bathroom wall
I saw the truth spray painted on a passing box-car
I was lost in America but I still had hope
I heard the applause and I saw
David take his bow