this noise in my head, its telling me, I'm up to no good these lavish thoughts of my betrayal will end all of us
what is good? what is bad? money and greed is such a fad do what you want forget what you need let the vermin tell you how to bleed
What is fine? or not so devine? We're always good guys and they're always swine
like points on a line, degrees on a scale righteousness is relative, whose magnitude is pale
Two sides, two sides equal and opposite
Every four years, another perennial a weed that persists through the toughest revolt it feasts on your ignorance, it blossoms to power, a plant that is too big to fail
it's mean and green, as green as can be it rests on the best manure that money can buy with the finest of pesticides
every four years we take a chance by flipping a two faced coin hoping for tails.