Pillars of Salt

Raise a toast to the landlords and martyrs
Drink the health of the downtrodden and poor
And pray the devil doesn't catch you
After you're dead forever more

Spare a prayer for the soldier
As he marches off to war
Think of all the little children
Desparate and hungry outside your door

So when I look into the face of strangers
Their faces all just an empty mask
In their Armani suits and switchblades
That too often never miss their mark

So raise a toast to the wealthy and the mighty
Drink up and remember the uncounted dead
Spare a thought for lost and unshriven
With the mark of Cain upon their head

Don't forget the dreary couch potato
Watching the world just pass on by
Eyes glued to the flat screen t.v
Waiting for the day to die

And when I look into the face of strangers
Their faces all just an empty mask
In their Armani suits and switchblades
That too often never miss their mark

Raise a toast to weary and forgotten
As they pass rank in file down below
Punching out their time cards in unison
Waiting for the whistle to blow

So let us all drink to their salvation
Before they break their cover and bolt
Running backwards from the fire
Dodging bullets and pillars of salt