The Richest Country Is Pretty Mid Now

In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

But even being king isn’t what it used to be.

I’m alive, and feeling Fine.

Should you come my way
You can share my poison wine

No marigolds in the promised land
There’s a hole in the ground, where they used to grow

Any man left on the Rio Grande;
he’s the king of the world, as far as I know.