Oil turns to rainbows on rain slick city streets Young paper boys and bourbon cabbies stand in sharp relief Salvation army bra** band strikes up by the bank That's now empty of all currency who am I to thank Palm readers and politicians make promises galore Hollywood spreads her legs like a two bit who*e Offering numbness to the ma**es who fear the market crash Well out there in the stable something coming down fast Well churches they're empty and the businessmen curse their luck
There's a little bit of truth left out there but it may not be enough To save a world where everyone's demons are their best friends If you cannot cast them out you learn to live with them Oil turns to rainbows it's my last will and testament Been casting out my skeletons scraping off the excrement Salvation army bra** band strikes up by the bank That's now empty of all currency who am I to thank