Parley

Parley Parley on the dance floor the Ninja wants to howl, Scream's the barbarian, a savage on the prowl. The Parley is in the tunnel, are their only two ways in? The meeting has a hot mic and the Entertainment's Sin. Girls in nearly nothing, men without their clothes, I can see girls dancing, in just their pantyhose. Parley is on the dance floor, and the Gin is running cold, the war is at a stand still as the masters are getting old. Korea has its nuke's up, and can not get them down, China has an Island, man-made and burdens the Crown. F.E.M.A. has its pens up and treats them like a town, I think our government's ready, to burn us to the ground. Chicago has it's problem's but the government gave them that, New York is no longer the place they say, "That is where it's at." California is dying, as the drought has made a sting, Methane in a gas cloud is now no longer a thing. Fish they are still dying, as the oceans go to hell, you are dying as well if you would look up, this you could tell. Clouds swell from the chemicals, T.H.E.Y. sell in ton's a day, RounduP in the vaccines? Sounds like it will stay! Parley on the dance floor, the war's in your back yard, the enemy seeps through the front door and hits your lung quite hard. Striking down our children and our grandparent's too. It's striking you in your middle age, Sir, what are you going to do?