Soul Asylum

Nail myself way up high and I'm gonna die for you
The mother offers up the child to the preaching of channel two
The empires rise and the babies cry, when is the lesson to be learned
And all I hear is the commercials and now the crosses are gonna burn
Now I ain't gonna be the cure to wash away your sins
Why so the children have to pay for the poor planning that you did
No matter how loud you scream and cry you're gonna be sentenced to suffer
You married your life and you married you wife and now you're gonna have to