Stray From The Path Lyrics
8. Picture Perfect
I know this whore named democracy She'll spread her legs for the highest bidder She's about to be fucked to death By a multinational demi-god I know this this preacher named capitalism He speaks off bliss through competition He hides a boy, with secrets to tell The boy's name, third world I know the fucker named neo liberalist Handcuffed and gaggeding the back of my caddie There's a brick on the gas, And about a mile off open road About a mile of open road, Before the ocean side cliff That awaits his arrival They! Will! All! Meet! Their! Demise! The smiles collapse when the camera's turn off!
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