Your song and dance routine
bears all the markings of a
Machiavellian scheme
The shadows you cast over
your shadowy past
Do the trick for now
but you know they won't last
The curtain will fall with
the crumbling walls
Like a dirty rat you will scurry and crawl
Under cover of night,
but your cover's been blown
By a mighty wind,
you will howl in your moan
You're shit out of luck,
down to your last dime
A thunder cracks,
it will rattle your spine
You drop to your knees
like a polygonal sun
You long for your home
but you find you have none
And you're dumb, dum b, dumb
So dumb
So very dum b
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Your cat -and -mouse charade boasts
All the fanfare of a single
float parade
The ballad's been stuffed
with envy and lust
The vices you grew
pushed you right to the cusp,
but you can't shake your past,
your flag's it half -mast,
your pillars seem strong
but you know they won't last,
you're riddled with holes,
you're riddled with words,
you're speaking in tongues,
but you've never been heard.
You fall down on all foes,
and you slither offshore
at a deafening speed
with a deafening roar.
You crack and you strain
when the poisonous rain
comes down with the sound
and true fury of pain.
Born from the lake of fire
Home sweet home
Oh, Lord, you've got to walk
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Oh, you've got to walk
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