Tuesday, March 18, 2008

They know what they're doing
They're counting you don't
Their artificial showing
To protect of their own
Mean while your life is a tragedy
That you must live
While they go free
Treason comes to mind
From this government blow
As far up your ass
As they can shove it so
And away in the night
They will slip off to hide
For the riots of revenge
Will take a new bride