Nursery rhymes
Lullabies
Realizing your mis-thought
Pacified by decreased mental activity
Requiem for the son
The favorite one
Claims of scrutiny
For the sacred heart
When the strings are gone
Facing time in the time of your
Facing time in the time of your life
Under the rug
You swept the opposition
And imprisoned your countrymen
Up until now
Led beyond the light
Exploiting fragile interpreters and loyal crowds
You are the jester impressionist
Looking back at the records and archives
The antogonist was a con
And you voted for the wolf in sheep's clothing
Promises made with fingers crossed
Rolling down the hills
On through the brushwood
Over the rails where the youth died
Rolling down the hills
On through the brushwood
Over the rails where the youth died
In the deserted sun
Just around the bend
Lays a decadent shape in fire
Burn the land
Bulldozers and men in yellow hats on parade
Saving starving kids
Feeding them stimulants
To still their hunger
Married to a patronising clown
Gathering patriotic crumbs
Surging nationalistic flood
Retained by withering moral grounds