Smell the Roses

There’s a mad dog pulling at his chain
A hint of danger in his eye
Alarm bells raging 'round his brain
And a chimney smoking in the sky
Wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
Close your eyes and pray this wind don’t change
There’s nothing but screams in the field of dreams
Nothing but hope at the end of the rope
Nothing but gold in the chimney smoke
Come on honey, it’s real money
This is the room where they make the explosives
Where they put your name on the bomb
Here’s where they bury the «buts"and the «ifs"and
scratch out words like «right"and «wrong»
Wake up
Wake up and smell the phosphorus
This is the room we keep the human hair
Don’t ask don’t tell, it could mean a loss for us
Yeah, a little less cash in the stash
in the cupboard at the bottom of the stair —
Money, honey
Wake up
Wake up and smell the bacon
Run your greasy fingers through her hair
This is the life that you have taken
Just a line in the captain’s log
Just a whine from a resident dog
Another kid didn’t make the grade
Come on honey, it’s a fair trade
Wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
Throw her photo on the funeral pyre, yeah
Now we can forget the threat she poses
Girl you know you couldn’t get much higher