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.