Tiger sleeps in her box today
The world passes by
Heads chopped off
Temples destroyed
Hell in a handbasket
Stoke the fires and feed the flames
People just want to hear
The shit that makes their passions flare
Hell in a handbasket
Markets crash
Planes shot from the sky
8645
Bodies lie flat
Keep that gun in your hand
Hell in a handbasket
Muck is rising well past our knees
Above our hips and up to our necks
Covering our head, now buried deep
Hell in a handbasket
To hell in a handbasket, Lies!
Or wherever the wheelbarrow guides us
We will not prostrate and die, or cry
Cuz it's no worse than ever before
It's just in our face