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Water for the poor. Ether for the rich

Caviar inside a stew that’s cooking in a ditch

The bottle was recycled. The baby’s cardboard crib

As man moves through his cycles. The lobster eating bib

The world turns on it’s head

Then leaves you hanging by a thread

Bathing in the wine. Coffin as a bed

Shooting pool and dining fine with murder as your bread

Powdering the rifle with a rope around my head

Hang all those disciples. Leaving them off for dead

The blood stains on your dress come from the city gutter

When in vain, take a guess. Man trying to make a dollar

At being a mess

Judge up on the hill, spitting from a screen

Eyes to hate and mouth to kill in your synthethic dream

Low profile in a spotlight. The muslim loving nun

You’re certified and notified by sheep all around the sun

How can truth ever reign? With people so desceptive?

In their booths by the chain. Deaf, dumb and blind detective

You can’t seem to define, what it is you’re really longing

You just stream in the line. Don’t think that you’re belonging

Don’t you, Bill?

Honey for the rat, poison for the snake

Dried up tongue before the cat done left me here to ache

The people stare and mock me when I’m dancing with a ghost

I’d like to see them stop me. Who’s the leech. Who is the host?

Your hands tied to the key that unlock all or nothing

You can’t swim in this sea. The sharks can tell you’re bluffing

They’ll go in for the kill before you touch the water

So you’ll run to the mill. Don’t think you’ll dare to bother

Don’t you, Bill?

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