Hitchin’ a ride with a demon inside
Pulling the lever and letting it all out
Have you ever been comfortable, baby
You said we’d reap the benefits together
No prophets and no promised land
Let alone fat research grants
I'll vomit if I hear the words
Endowment for the Arts
You said awful things about me
So we could reap together the profits
Parking lots and minimum wage
That's what I call moral turpitude
amanda santorini (Portland, ME, 1981)
