Diana Lawrence

FAST FOOD PROPHET

Can’t a man eat his curly fries in peace?
Sure, you see this shit downtown, but not up here.
The guy will not stop screaming at the top of his lungs
right in the faces of the customers in line
and the zombie cashier.

All you people in your suits and ties,
don’t look so surprised,
those aren’t alibis
for apathetic lies:

Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
if you had listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
we would never be in this mess.

Couldn’t tell you why they didn’t call the cops.
Maybe they did, I wouldn’t know cause I went back to my
tiny little office where I work on something meaningless but
worthwhile, I’m sure.
I wouldn’t know.
We’re all working on something worthwhile.
I’m sure.
I guess.

The earth is crumbling beneath our feet,
people have nothing to eat,
people are on the street,
can you not feel the heat?

Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
if you had listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
we would never be in this mess.

We are on the path to destruction.
We are on the path to the end of the world.
Don’t go thinking you’re not to blame.
We’re all to blame.

When you talk about the man upstairs
or the man who knows all
or the man who could save the world
or all the people who could see the future
well, what would they say if there were here today?
If they were hear today, how would they make a point?
Well, they’d scream to high heaven in a fast food joint.
Saying:

Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
if you had listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
you should have listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
we would never be in this mess.