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…..