  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. the 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, welcome all you suckers to struggleville" in the hole from the beginning/wherever truth shows up, it'll go on the chopping block. --"welcome to struggleville" vigilantes of love 
