Death of Influence

Oh, my darling golden ones, oh, what have we become

Just like they always said, we would well-fed and fat and numb

Last night I went out walking wind rush through the pines

Looked up, saw there hanging on a nail an old bucket of turpentine

Well, I put it down like whiskey and I set myself ablaze

Figured I'd burn in the hear-after, might as well burn on my last day

I said the death of influence must grow strong

Pour me one more shot, I'll sing you one more traveling song

I said the death of influence must grow strong

If we're ever to get on

At night, my dreams are riddled with visions of fire raining from the skies

Whirlwind round, a chorus of a million children's cries

Bloodthirsty mobs going out to even up the score

All they ever want round here is more and more, more, more and more

I said the death of influence must grow strong

Pour me one more shot, I'll sing you one more traveling song

I said the death of influence must grow strong

If we're ever to get on

Ooh

I've seen the eyes of Jesus in the ones with no tongues to speak

I've seen the eyes of Satan in the powerful elite

Seen the eyes of compassion in the ones who killed in wars

I've seen the eye of wisdom in an old and battered whore

Seen the eyes of death himself in a baby just newborn

Seen the eyes of liberty in a bible torn and burned

Seen the eyes of injustice in that judge whose gavel does decide

I've seen the eyes of safety in the ones with no where left to hide

Oh, I said the death of influence must grow strong

Pour me one more shot, I'll sing you one more traveling song

I said the death of influence must grow strong

If we're ever to get on