😉 mal muske - 9

~Last Surviving Crocodile~ If I were a rich man I I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard I'd just sit there on the second tier and stare and stare and stare and glare down As the tears fall down And I'd blame it on the working class I'd blame it on the welfare class I'd blame it on minorities The immigrant, the feminist, Environmentalists The communist, the anarchist while I blame it on the prostitutes, the panhandlers and drug addicts All activists are terrorists And the gays are trying to recruit my kids And I'd stare and stare and glare As the tears fall down If I wee a rich man If I were a wealthy man I'd bathe in my own feces Rather than take time to bury But I'd bury my own species Cracks, cracking, cracking Just like before Twenty five, two hundred twelve Tow thousand years before And we all want more We tried before But now we just stare through the cracks in their doors Now we just fall through the cracks in the floor And we're sick and tired of begging for more Cowardice pours yellow like iodine - stinging And I can't believe all the things that I've seen but what will be left in the springtime? And I wouldn't shed the tear Of the last surviving crocodile As the funeral procession wound it's way down Quickly - commuter speed Light rail and automobiles Agenda Anuit Coeptis I chant in Latin tongues And they cannot exorcise my consummation of consummation They drink my wine and are frozen Convinced that it's my blood And they laugh and laugh and laugh As the tears fall down And they stare and stare and glare As the tiers fall DOWN ~Deadpan~ isn´t it ironic? the opiate flies at light speed it mainlines through brainlines plugged in three-prong DC you take away our hours in return you give us scrip but without you we don´t know how to ex(spend) it isn´t it ironic the opiate flies at light speed religion, contagion - superficial trend learn to face interrogation if you´re not up with light speed narcotic intrascim is hate´s seed and sleep speed isn´t it ironic? the opiate flies at light speed psychotic, narcotic ideology like adrenalin through the mandman like garbage through the trashcan like carbon in the pop can like a flame to gasoline like power through the three-suit like anger through the grassroot like bargraphs through the boardroom like fuel through this machine like lies through politicians like a martyr to the christians like anger to rebellions like hatred to the police like the opiate to dependence like new reported deadpan syringes to the dead and like hatred to the policemen like hatred to the policemen like hatred to the klansman like hatred to the sports fan like hatred to the soldier like hatred to the worker like hatred to the bosses like hatred from the crosses like hatred to the teacher like hatred to the preacher like hatred to the writer like hatred breeding fighters the opiate flies at light speed