Slippery Slopers

There are people out there who don’t really care About you about me or themselves As long as they get all the votes that they need To continue to feed their sequential greed For all of the whistles and bells They’ve been doing it so long They can’t see any wrong Their eyes have shut too many times And their standard stock answers Side long quick glances Pass the blame dances Promises scattered like rain Have got them convinced They can fast talk the prince Of Darkness Who holds them in claim