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Barrel full of powder ship full of tea/

Closer by the hour bringing sick to the seas/

Bellies full of barter thick with the thieve/

Once they hit the harbor its a wick on the breeze/

There goes another one right out from under em/

Different sea shore same thirty stores/

Worldwide mining town steal it up sell it down/

Not too long ago mom and pop owned the shop/

Prognosis progress the Dow owns the block/

Here to sell em salvation or elevation sort of signal disorder its celebration Florida/

They got the medicine to fix your mood

til you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food/

Crave the arrogance the rich folks ooze/

Take life waste life just to get those jewels. Thats right

Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/

low life/ low light/ recite that untold/

Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour

It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower

It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder

It seems like weve fallen out of favor/ the era ended on us/

Now the moneys just paper/ the houses all haunted/

We had a hell of a run before it caught up/

For all the corners cut/ we got an avalanche of sawdust/

Life of the party/ were the death of the novel/

The glass is half empty/ so pass the next bottle/

Its the flight of the salesman/ death of the bumblebee/

Nothing left for the/ attorneys and the tumbleweeds/

They say that Gods on the right/ so goes the rhetoric/

But I think that cross is a kite/ that left a skeleton/

And I think that Russel was right/ but thats irrelet friend/

For all I know therell be nothing left to defend tomorrow/

Sugar in the gas tank/ nothing in the cash box/

Thought that we were sick/ lookin like its smallpox/

The bullets are still on the shelves/

But when the armory empties/ were melting down the bells/

Its the end of Law and Order/ Dick Wolf/ aware in America/

Rockin a cheap sheep suit/ pulled wool/ weave through/

But stay on course/ till pulled over by that pulled pork/

Cops/ keeping the piece/ cocked/

Catch and release like a sportsman/

See em in/ on the court then/ piss poor payin them a portion/

Ha/ funny how they distort/ extortion/ never better/ POS

Dance to the rhetoric/ lean to the left they call me terrorish/

Rock with it/ dance fever got em peepin out the prints on the floor/

True believers keep they eyes on the horizons/

Catch me sizing up the silent/ check the crooked grind/

Watch me 50/50 / deep the balance between the coping/

And the feeble mind/ I hope the broken folk rewind/

Nothing left for token jokers here/ skate off/ were doing fine/