Fanfare for the Pathetic Loser by The Proud Flesh Lyrics

There's a million dollar man
With I dime store suntan
Begging me to sign away my will

He's dropping fifty dollar words off
At the local blood bank
Written on a seven dollar bill

He couldn't tell the truth
If he was held at gunpoint
But his lies are told with such a plum

He says left is really right
He says black is really white
He says don't you worry, learn to love the bum

And he rode here on the coattails
Of a used car salesman
You know the shit don't fall far from the dog.

As he's paving paradise
With all the finest pavement
He kneels before the alter of his god
His god is one of hunger
That cannot be sated
One whose paradise cannot be found

Where the trains all run on time
There's diamonds in the mine
But the trees won't bring to bear the poisoned ground

And the ramparts that we watch are falling down
In this bread-and-circus, dog-and-pony town

Twenty-twenty retrospect
Tell me, what did you expect?
Heavy handed is the man who wears the crown

Tell me, what are you gonna dream
When all your dreams are beached whales
Cast aside your ---------

Who're you gonna blame
When all your rousing speeches
Drive them up --------

Yes, and how will you account
For all your wastelands wanting
Starving like a martyr in a cell
With the grapes upon your vines,
Left to wither up an die
Well you're east of Eden, but you're west of Hell

And you left the fruit to rot upon the vine
You left the whale to rot upon the shore

This land is your land
Better strike up the band
'Cause there is no California anymore.