'A' frames, statuettes, 
Sunset Magazine
They're lining up to do their jobs but 
I swear to 
GodI seen bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees
Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground
Pour some concrete, buy a sofa, lay ye body down
Your kids are fucking in your garbage
They're waiting for your job
Got the mouths around your paycheck
Got joysticks for your saws