I went down an empty lane searching for a songnCame back an empty man, my whiskeys they hung long.nWell I guess I am your native son despite my queer disguise,nBut I keep all I can call my own in the bags beneath my eyes.nnOh Miss Meri don’t despair, we got ways to numb your pain.nSame old story: Blood sweat glorynI just hope all your trials weren’t in vain.nnTo all my so-called countrymen who bless this stolen ground:nIs Jesus gonna pick you up when your hunger weighs you down?nMama come and save me, nothing’s sacred anymorenWhat good was living for.nI been wondering just who misplaced my soul.nThere’s pockets in my holesnAnd way out on the open plains, men pave beneath the sunnThe great suburban dawn, if you build it they will come.nnOh Miss Meri don’t despair, we got ways to numb your painnSame old fable: Three legged tablenI just hope all your trials weren’t in vain.