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(Chorus)X2 What does an empty soul do to feel pleasant/What do bad leaders do when they become deafened/How do the brainwashed people respond to valid questions/And what the hell does a nihilist order for his breakfast?
Waking up to another day, spilling ink on the journal's page/Moral ambiguity paves the way/No leader stands uncorrupted, now I'm baked like a muffin/Reach for the heavens are you're bound to fuckin' plummet/hang your head in a cloud of shame, oh the pain/wild horses don't break, they retaliate/So, let it be known, poison oak prolifically grows/like a brewing scandal at the savings and loan/I'm tired of the repitition, of seeing frauds grinnin'/knowing damn well that in their hearts they're all grinnin'/I'm tripping on self mutilation with a twist/that those donning black robes have deep scars on their wrists/What a predicament of the highest order/Don't get that dorsel fin caught in the grips of a motor/Wait until they get a load of me/waving from a papal podium so motherfuckin' smugly
Chorus(X2)
Reason is slaughtered in droves, curtains close/everything I know's questioned under a microscope/time to bring it on home in a wisp of black magic/but home is four walls and a ceiling, all padded/Who'll break the padlock enclosing fat camp?/probably a prostitute unafraid of stinging backhands/a palace ransacked is a quaint fixer-upper/Near good schools, good folk, and a nice place for supper/the sunsets during rolling thunder, those were quite a knock out/I felt like Bill Murray going mad when the gophers popped out/hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, fuck you/everything you once knew, uh-uh, untrue/henceforth, heathens bumped you from that high chair/banging spoons like a baboon infused with hot air/the eyes from where the wild things hang all stare/it seemed like a good idea, going on a tear
Chorus(X2)
I guess I'll take the white lies in stride/at times battles are won, at times people die/a cascade raining of a down pour of numbness/stomps out all the cries for a jolt of comeuppance/I mustn't judge a con man's motives/nor ought I dare foreclose on a rodent/So we practice different modes of how to atone/a glacial wind chill throws a pox on my rotting bones/As bookies help throw golden match ups/the aftermath of a civil war must be patched up/hat's off, to say the least, to he who slew a beast/but unknown to us was colder than Broom Hilda's teat/and put to use a mean streak that placed us in a dungeon/yeah, like I would dare trust the holy one's assumptions/Aquarius carries no water for his village/if it's used to fill a hot tub for the chief and his mistress
Chorus(X2)
Volunteers swarm to become a pinata/shakedown central is a blackhole for honor/the author of this very verse contains the curse/with an IV of opiates and a round the clock nurse/that a boy, spew platform talking points out of joy/you will gain some followers but mainly just annoy/fight fire with fire, kill killers with mass killin'/without a homicidal streak beloved peace sees no beginning/Jebus, there's people to beat up/I got Pauly Walnuts on the way, yup, things are heating up/time to beef up the walls so I'm in an encasement/I'll be free to think my thoughts but I'll die of suffocation/that's no way to address an olive branch/sorry, but the mob expects me to behave rash/so sit back and clap to the comedy of sodomy/and at intermission chill with all the phonies in the lobby
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