THE ORIGIN OF THE WASTELAND Looks like the bonfire at the mega-chuch It got a little out of hand We started with a garden Now we're walking through the wasteland Beause they hate a foreign alphabet They hate a guy who misspells "God" And if they spare the child They will surely spoil the rod Rape, murder It's just a click away Nothing I can do When i'm dirt to you Now I'm spinning the dial And it all just sounds the same I'd rather hear static Or the pounding of the rain Don't you know they want her quiet And I think they want her dead She can see them in the driveway From the window by her bed Rape, murder It's just a click away Nothing she can do She's still dirt to you Owando to Tel Aviv Texas to Riyadh You know they hate a foreign alphabet They hate a guy who misspells "God" Now there's a doctor in a wire pen A severed head in a grocery bag Assassination manuals And a landfill full of flags Rape, murder It's just a cheque away Nothing we can do We're just dirt to you Written by Michael Whyte © Man Bites Dog, BMI (Administered by Bug)