She's out on a corner getting loved up by a coroner
he needs to feel alive after living among the dead
and I'm watching it all play out again in my head
behind lying blues eyes lies
a mind bent on suffering and compramise
and I know why only birds and bugs fly
she recites the bible speading all her libel
her silver tongue a perfect sample and a shining example
that there are two sides to every coin,
and sometimes people carry dice,
smoke some ice,
infect the world with pubic lice
she holds up her nose in designer clothes
asking where the money goes
"ship it over sees"
She's down on her knees
once again
"it's about time for the world to end"
Author notes
I was listening to bob dylan and this is a protest song
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