Red Light Runners I am the last terrestrial hermit crab Kept as a pet In the American Southwest It's hard to find a home, a nest to call your own I dragged it around for years But I guess I was just a guest I am garbage floating in a canal In the Venetian Las Vegas And you are a gondolier Tourists from Kansas put me here I would make your life easier If I would just disappear I am a corpse in a halfway-built McMansion 8 miles north of the Strip In the abandoned part of town You are the real estate agent who finds me And has to clean it up In case the market turns around All human beings are red light runners We blame firelit summers on what others have done Admit if you can that all of us are Abrahams More than willing to sacrifice our sons All human beings are red light runners Oblivious to the carnage yet to come Admit if you can that all of us are Abrahams More than willing to sacrifice our sons