They Sold Your Soul
There’s a place that exists
between Hell and Hell
We’re doing the balancing act
on the wobbly center rail
trying hard to keep our sanity
America, I’d pledge allegiance
if I only knew which country owns us
I’ve asked the questions
never get the straight answers
The answers they give only
turn out to be more questions
My father told me there would be
a light at the end of the tunnel
But it’s only the street lamp
on the corner of Lies and Mistrust
When did life get so God damned hard
that it’s easier to believe them
than it is to search for the truth
There are times when I can feel
the sun shining on my back
But it all too quickly
fades back to hate and blame
Meanwhile they all run around
screaming silence at each other
Each one wanting to know why
the other can’t understand the lie
when it’s as plain as the pimple
in the ass crack of their insanity
It itches, but they won't scratch it
for fear we’ll smell
the crap on their hands
So, somebody please tell me
where did the innocent children go
I know they were just here
I heard them laughing and playing
out on the back lawn
But when I turned back to look
they were suddenly gone
They’re in the bathroom
with a razor slash across their wrists
Because they know that
the big white house
on top of the hill
is just a meeting place
where the world’s auctioneers
give what is for sale
to the ones in line
who have the most cash
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