The Road To Hell Is Lined With Billboards

The Road To Hell Is Lined With Billboards

it is already judgment day in japan

but nobody is all that concerned

keep sticking kelp up your ass

hoping for a faith cure from it

hunkered down for the winter

when it is just in time for spring

flooding gets diverted to you

never really washing away sin

barely drowning any sorrow

hardly raising up the ocean

in an ice age of global warmth

plagues have already been

working on us all overtime

antibacterial soap has leeched

into the gene pool like the rare

vinegar of evil piss on the tin roof

of the coastal golf course villages

if you let the earth bleed out

into black pools of terra blood

covering every porous indention

with a slick lubricated doom

it would become the last news show

before anyone really gave a shit

on the too late times

nothing ever happens tomorrow

without some type of conspiracy

born in the bowels of yesterday

makes you wonder how it all got

started in the first place because

the last place you looked was where

it was hiding all along except for the

part you thought was more clever

than anyone had ever seen before

that is actually the part where you

live everyday like it was judgment

live everyday like it was the last

live everyday for the same reason

that

you are willing to die a little more

for

day in and day out

you don't need a sign to tell you that
because

a day of judgment might be worth
a lifetime of bad decisions