It’s a barrage of violence, sickness, and shame
You struggle for your living and you’re paying with pain
I read of the poor, and the women, and the victims to blame
For the collapse of the country again and again
They’re checking all the people in all their holes
Whips and lashes and cuts
Back to double standards, backhanders
It’s a grey, desolate country
But we’re glorious again
He’s peeling his banana while roasting your nuts
You’ve got to get your gums around his plums
He’s going to modify your attitude
And customize your crawl
With the muck he prints
He’s got to us all
Take a look down there, to the pervy soul
He’ll be damned with his words, in his hole
What’s left to believe in?
What do you think?
Nothing but the policies and stories you sell
It’s a barrage of violence, sickness, and shame
I read in the papers again and again
Of the poor, and the women, and the victims to blame
For the collapse of the country again and again
They’re checking all the people in all their holes
Whip and lash and cut
Back to double standards, backhanders
It’s a grey, desolate country
But we’re glorious
Again
| Produced By – Jon Caffery , Raymond Watts |
| Performer, Songwriter – Raymond Watts |
| Percussion – Christian Graupner |
