We pierced the side of the idol With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar Bottled the water from the wound Holy relic- the essence of star But what does she care, it's just another blank stare To a world that loves and hates you on a dare Where the orphans ask the widows the meaning of 'fair' So let this be a drink to quench this uncontrollable thirst Tie the belt a notch tighter around anxious hearts set to burst And when this once at least gilded cage has been Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb What have you done, Mark David Chapman? Let all the desperate hours of boredom Lead you to some meaning of truth Bumps and bruises and notebooks for heaven's jury as proof The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps Choose any scene from the vending machine Somewhere lost in the night, a satellite transmitted dream Industrial revolutions of the soul interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing If we wear out each other it's o.k., just go buy another So let this be a drink to calm the shaking hands that you've found Let this be release, forever unwoun