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These Colours Don't Run

These streets aren't paved with gold,
don't believe everything that you're told.
Deception hides in all you see,
corruption hangs in the air you breathe.

In the land of the free,
you know nothing comes for free.
Fourth drive in paradise,
vapid souls check the market price.

Lifetime slave living in a suburban grave.
If there was a god, you would be the death of him.

'These colours don't run'
like the colour from the face.
Eyes roll back, chemical despair,
It's true what they say, life isn't fair.

So repeat this line:
'Everything is fine, everything is fine.'

In the land of the free,
you know nothing comes for free.

I'm struggling to find any poetry in this,
someone beat me to the line 'Ignorance is bliss'.
So I guess I'll just say it how it is -
You had it all, you fucking pigs.