What They Say

The Purge commences now with treason held before him
In full coverage, the man and the moment signed out as a buffoon
For the short term facing impeachment for lack of better words
Even his brains confused let alone spell check
In no less than obscene judgment making even bush seen intellectual
I’ve seen it all before in random slurs in bizarre world
Thumbs become fingers for Trumps sake
Making foolery become a miss spelled word written by child’s hands
With a hair piece from wax figures
This manikin man in disillusion has humpty dumpty pulling Gepetto strings
Waiting for Pinocchio downfall in this game of Russian roulette and sex rituals

Chorus:
No Matter what they say we’re coming through any way
Longitude and altitude be ware
No Matter what they say we’re coming through any way
Peace never gathers in this town, for real

With all creatures great and small
Free press is an insult to those with more money than sense
While Teresa has Brexit for comfort as a big fuck you from the far right
And those still backwords in coalition trying to corrode the NHS
Politicians talk like ventriloquist with a hard one for Angela Miracle
When summer comes I’ll be swimming backwards
Looking for Facebookers who post their dinner before tragedy
As a source of escapism and false pretence as a Cinderella complex
Behind the naked truth is a crackhead like Boris Johnson taxing my income
So if two plants is for personal use for the Swiss
Let’s free up Jeremy Corban so we can run these Tories out of town
Who still think fox hunting’s still a sport

Chorus:
No Matter what they say we’re coming through any way
Peace never gathers in this town, for real
No Matter what they say we’re coming through any way
Longitude and altitude be aware
No Matter what they say we’re coming through any way
No chance to escape as it affects you
No Matter what they say we’re coming through any way

Simply said corrections a piece of art like a piece of shit washed away on the pavement
You take more than you need before this song breaks to reach its solid state
Politicians come and go in the same breath as corporate exacts
While I am left in discourse answering calls from clients
Playing the clown for show finally I conclude
North, South, East and West
Whichever way it swings we’re still pissing in the wind
With stigmata’s along our foreskin cause men are from Mars
And with a few unbalanced from the opposite gender
I ‘am giving up hope forget recovering
My status to lock horns is in the making
Not forgetting the third world and the mixed hopes for the poor is poverty

Chorus:
No Matter what they say we’re coming through any way
Peace never gathers in this town, for real

Asbest