Laramie lyrics

Humanity wasn’t a story of demonic haziness
Assertin’ Satanic exteriors into hallucinations of God
A toast to Laramie
Troubled by shared history

We who are plain—we’ll remember the parables
While we ourselves have to put up with slobs
Demon-Jims everywhere, swaggerin’ to play God
“Browbeaten lil’ cult jurisdictions” still tryin’ to win it all
And for one moment—violence
Like civilization cancers into the O.K. Corral
Where do the craps go from here?
What does thе ego win but loss?

Tell me
As mеtamodernity flings dust into history…
“Where does a crab go from here?”

And for what?
Just so you could thrill at who you’d be during the Holocaust?
“You’d be a bystander!”
Nay—you’d be more than a “bystander” wouldn’t ya Mitch?
You’d be designin’ the war papers wouldn’t you Jim?
“You, who have the soul of a shower curtain…”
And the ethos of a Peepin’ Tom
May your faith ever beat louder!
May your fate ever be prouder!
Your name is Jim
And Satan shall shatter
Humanity wasn’t a story of demonic recklessness
Assertin’ Satanic inferiority into the superiority of God
A toast to Laramie
In humility to our troubled history

We who are plain—we’ll remember the parasites
While we ourselves have to exist as but slobs
Demon-Jims everywhere, bucklin’ to play God
“Browbeaten lil’ cult jurisdictions” still tryin’ to win it all
And for one moment—“specialness”
Like civilization cancers into the O.K. Corral
Like metaphysical hierarchy is just a Golden Corral
Where do the crabs go from here?
What does the ego win but loss?

Tell me
As the rise of AI spits dust into man’s story
“What do you wanna win other than loss?”

And for what?
Just so you could thrill at who you’d be during the Holocaust?
“You’d be a bystander!”
Nay—you’d be more than a “bystander” wouldn’t ya Mitch?
You’d be designin’ the war papers wouldn’t you Jim?
“You, who have the soul of a shower curtain…”
And the ethos of a Peepin’ Tom
May your faith ever beat louder!
May your fate ever be prouder!
Your name is Jim
And Satan shall shatter
Humanity wasn’t a story of demonic laziness
Assertin’ Satanic interiors into hallucinations of God
A toast to Laramie
I say stop carcinization
(I’m bonded to all incarceration)
I’m bonded to all our shared troubles
I’m a bridge over
All troubled waters…

[Paula Cole (over a radio):]
Where is my John Wayne?
Where is my prairie song?
Where is my happy ending?
Where have all the cowboys gone?
Where is my Marlboro Man?
Where is his shiny gun?
Where is my lonely ranger?
Where have all the cowboys gone?

I say stop carcinization
I say stop carcinization