There's lots of sense keepin' things as they are - with the Swiss accounts burstin' boullion bars. Scam after scam, you've seen 'em all but if you dropped this monster shock'd be who'd fall.
The young get stung by the power and pace, while some greasy shark's twistin' bibles in your face.
You're nitpickin' details and playin' the cynic, but there'd be no glamor getting off at the clinic.
Janus, the Victimizer, you two-faced illegalizer. Your small Frankensteins cross datelines.
What you hold dear is fear.
The front page pop makes for good P.R. but when the price jumps up people get hurt.
There's too much money, we all got a price, but when the ugliness burns it lights up the sky.
The prison walls are splittin' their seams while booze and tobacco advertise in 'zines.
The capital's doctored at the Cleanse and Loan - if their clients default guess who gets boned?