Ultimatum of Scum

When the scum of the world turn their backs on you,
one often turns their back on the world.
The world where the punishing-loving God
holds hands with a rifle and a dusty book saying both can save your life.
Is the devil everywhere? In your home?
In the ones who seem to care?
In the meat you buy? In your air?
But isn't he really in the hands of a handsy priest
Who you push your son towards after school?
It's a perplexing rule,
But the truth of the matter is what choice do you have
When God turns his back on you?

When the scum of the world turn their backs on you,
one often turns their back on the world.
The vacuum-packed modern world and tree-chopping industrial world
Where it is not the devil you need to fear in the air you breath
But the coal and dust from beneath your feet
Dug up for dollar signs that have been fed to the brink
Thrown down the sink-hole
For all the jobs you can think
Because money is everything
And the perplexing truth is there is nothing
else you can do.
For what choice do you have
When all the jobs turn on you?

When the scum of the world turn their backs on you,
one often turns their back on the world.
The small world, their family's world
The one so fragile as to break at a single word
You wish you never said,
but they wish you were dead
Because beneath all the lies, all the smiles,
The very very harsh truth, is what can you do,
When your family turns on you?