Smell the Roses

There's a mad dog pulling at his chain

A hint of danger in his eye

A long bell's raging 'round his brain

And the chimneys smoking in the sky

Wake up

Wake up and smell the roses

Close your eyes and pray this wind don't change

There's nothing but screams in the field of dreams

Nothing but hope at the end of the road

Nothing but gold and the chimney smoke

Come on honey, it's real money

This is the room where they make the explosives

Where they put your name on the bomb

Here's where they bury the "buts and the if's" and

Scratch out woods like life is long

Wake up

Wake up and smell the phosphorous

This is the room we keep for human air

Don't ask, don't tell, it could mean a loss for us

Yeah, a little less cash in the stash in the cover at the bottom of the stair

Money, honey

Wake up

Wake up and smell the bacon

Run your greasy fingers through her hair

This is the life that you have taken

Just a line in the captain's log

Just a whine from a rescue dog

Another kid didn't mean to prey

Come on honey into fair trade

Wake up

Wake up and smell the roses

Throw a photo on the funeral pyre

Yeah, now we can't forget the threat she poses

Girl, you know you couldn't get much higher