There is a meaning a time for things
Maybe a place you have to have wings
Maybe a place you have to have wings
Maybe a place
Above the earth above the skies
A place you go with no lies
Falling through the burning skies
Tempted by a righteous high
With no care or indiscretion
Fall again with a rolled up shotgun
Maybe a place, a place, a place
Maybe where the blind lead the blind
And an honest white collar is hard to find
Buried in lies, buried in hate
A police state technocrats help create
Out of sight and out mind
Young baby’s blood they drink like wine
Let us take that dollar they chase
Rip up it and throw back in their face
Pull out some shovels, dig a hole
Hang these fuckers from the gallows pole