Lyrics:

All is quiet on the Western front
There appears to be a lull
John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight
With the little thoughts inside their skulls
Salome she's undressed to the nines
Although a few pounds fatter
She's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists
She coming at you with her platter
I stole down to the waterfront
To escape the desert heat
What on earth you gotta do around here
To try and get yourself a drink
Heard John the Baptist preaching
'Make way for the King
But if you wanna recognize him
You gotta tell me all your sins'
They are building a new gallows
For when You show up on the street
Polishing the electric chair
They're gonna give You a front row seat
Heard a sneer outside the garden;
Salutation so well-heeled:
'Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville'
I've been trying to negotiate peace
With my own existence
She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry;
She breaking every cease-fire agreement
Whole thing is full of decay
Just as sure as I'm made of dust
And into rust I know the beast is falling

They are building a new gallows
For when You show up on the street
Polishing the electric chair
They're gonna give You a front row seat
Heard a sneer outside the garden;
Salutation so well-heeled:
'Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville