Payback City
Payback City
By David Lustrup 2011
Woe unto you who sit in high places
With smug and arrogant looks on your faces
The powers that be,---- they see you do it
The slaves back that bleeds when you put the whip to it.
In comfort you sit, day after day, scorning those who hope and pray.
You’d stab us all if you could, not one would be saved
Then you’d drive home to your mansion on the roads that we paved.
Your life is a cesspool of lofty self love
You think you’re superior
Sent from above
But I know the truth and im not afraid to blare it
You call me insulting but I say
If the shoe fits…
wear it
Woe unto you who have all the wealth
Soon you will lose it when death comes in stealth
And pulls the very life that you so desire
Right out of your chest and consumes you with fire
For that is the day that justice will reign
And youll get a taste of your dished out pain
And YOULL know what its like to get no pity
As YOU pave the roads in hells’ payback city…..
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