Walking the Hedge

I want to watch the world burn
I want to see society crumble

I dream a dream
Of standing on rooftops
And watching our Rome burn
With Nero and his harp

I want to watch Hollywood die
I want to see fashion fall
I dream of super models
Begging for the bread
They rejected the day before
Because they were on a diet

I want to see the economy fail
I want the rich bitches
Of the world to go hungry
I want them learn
The meaning of poverty

I want the world to learn money
Doesn’t grow on trees
I want the world to learn
Food grows on trees

I want to watch the world burn
From the safety of my green farm

I dream of the bastards
Who thought I wasn’t good enough
For their fancy communities
To come to my door with their hands out

I want the oil tycoons to choke
On the fumes they gave us
And the pill pushing doctors
To really see
What junkies they’ve made us

I want the intellectuals to learn
They aren’t so smart
When they can’t push a plow
Or tell a good berry
From a poison berry

I want the people who think
Having more money
Fancy houses
And nice clothes
Makes them good people
To come work in my barn

I dream of people who kick their dogs
Coming and living
In my kennel of broken hounds
I’ll show them what life is like chained
For years to a ramshackle dog house

I want to watch the world burn