I cannot tell you why you should not cry,
But know that I am now a ruinous spook.
Oh look, oh look, just by this nook,
A country of larcenous crooks.
Evil they are, their smiles leave a scar,
Their acid smells a bitter red.
I must tell, presage and foretell,
Evil lives inside their head.
They lead with lies, their lies multiply,
The common man suffers and dies.
They stand on a stage, in livid outrage,
Pouring their acid in the skies.
You get stuck with their fucks, trucks full of mucks,
That for a pittance vote the evil in.
It's an utter shame, dirty nested game,
Of all the things that are sin.
This country is dead, just get it in your head,
No cure to save it anywhere.
It's just better to fly, or if you can die,
I am dead, now a ghost who lived here.
It's all dire, a rancid mire,
A mist hangs over the mourning fire.
The living are dead, in the blood they've bled,
There's a lingering indignant ire.
