Perfume And Piss
by:
G.B.H.
Who will watch the watchers, who spies on the spies
Who trusts politicians that are crooked by design
Force them into action watch them all conspire
It ain't a smokin' gun it's a city on fire.
Does it get any better than this?
All I can smell is perfume and piss
Perfume and piss
Perfume and piss
This punishment of luxury that we all tolerate
Those self-serving servants we all love to hate
I'm in a torture chamber labeled as a liar
I've got an orange jumpsuit and electric razor wire
A never-ending saga of evil versus good
Your liberty is on the line and dust where you once stood
So celebrate your victories, so few and far between