The Usual Chemical Baldin

Theme park legacies unnoticed billion dollar scandals no one talks about the under rug swept truth of the army taking over your government telling what president to say what to what city nothing out of the ordinary the wars of our fathers, that carry on and on, with no break in between just generation gaps, the three legs of one war, to fool the gullible terrorism utilised to make impact statements of common knowledge leaving you in your rut in your corner the pornographic clippings of muscle men steroids and drug abuse used for a miscarriage the usual carnival the chemicals of the previous wars soaked into their soil now nothing there grows wicked this way comes better this time a law suit hands washed clean, you look the other way when it happens to me the gang unit doesn't even know politically correct they are selling the cover up for the side effects of the wars of our fathers the soils that soon will no longer bear fruit something in the water, we tell ourselves is sewage the pieces fit and we blame our mothers and fathers after the doctors, after the brothers, and our lovers where it all started, looking back to the deserted wastelands of your chemical warefare i see your footsteps where the children starve blaming monkeys for disease we thought we would never be something wicked this way comes you look the other way but here it is the pieces fit the usual game hunger pains disease the cover up in your face under rug swept yet a torture you dont see, blinding me