David Johansen's Soul

I saw David Johansen singing to an empty room I saw neo fascists dressed as holy men I saw caskets driving down the interstate I felt the temperature was changing There was a static on the radio I turned it up We're all going to get what we have coming to us We're all going to get what we deserve Spools run out of thread, one day your lungs Are going to run out of breath We're all going to get what we deserve The lights were blinding and the air was Full of smoke The acidic smell of vomit crept up my nos I saw tempests in the desert I saw a new clear horizon I heard the pipes creak and moan We're all going to get what we have coming to us We're all going to get what we deserve Spools run out of thread, one day your lungs Are going to run out of breath We're all going to get what we deserve I saw fear written on a bathroom wall I saw the truth spray painted on a passing box-car I was lost in America but I still had hope I heard the applause and I saw David take his bow