Love and Consumption as a Matter of Life and Death

You get the kids I'll get the bible
You grab the rings I'll get the rifle
Gather the necessities of our advantage
All the possessions that a man can manage
Make sure to scramble for the Jerry Campbell boots
The ones that go together with your Schiaparelli suits
That I bought in desperation when you wanted to refute my love

Valentino boots Farantelli candles
But the Ferragamo pumps won't work and the Venus is a gamble
Glory hallelujah what a fraud was Handl
Find yourself a deity with Loubitin sandals
No one could find him when the empire fell
But he quarantined his family in a gold hotel
And ascended to the heavens in a bulletproof shell above

Nobody noticed when the sky came falling down
Liquidation doesn't make a sound but radiation burns like hell

I'll get the guitar, you get the liquor
The portrait of the pope went up in flames with the wicker
You could see it coming when the towns went tribal
Order a hooker from a catalogue bible
Gruyere and crackers and a Korbel brut
We can celebrate the coming in a Hazmat suit
With a teflon prophylactic so the rabies don't pollute my love