Modern Life Is War – Indianapolis Talking Blues lyrics

What makes a man kill?
She questioned as strange shrouds hung over
Southeastern and Prospect in a white slum on a broken night she was the glue illuminated by the moon reciting spray paint hieroglyphics scrawled on walls
What makes a man kill?
She questioned drunkards chattered my reply
The gunshots are getting closer work starts tomorrow at eight a.m. Bricks in my pillow at seven thirty
This have been a sad day for country music
You cannot untie this knot
Countless broken backs for countless useless products
A dignified man and a job well done
Reasonable doubt will not be enough to avoid crucifixion in our nation of perverts
Attention fetishist shoppers
Thriving survivals is your god
Leave lives in ruin if you must
We bleed tabloid
We are safe we are fit and we are having fun
The stench of burning flesh will never reach this neighborhood
You cannot untie this knot
What makes a man kill?
Is it noble when it is his order?
Is it pitiful when it is his well?
Countless broken backs for countless useless products
A lifetime of suspicion
A timed escape from a trained fleet of rats
A polished boot grinding into your neck
Baring teeth for biting ankles
Is what makes a man kill