Mad dog on a mission
Straw man begs the question
Just what if you're disproven and it's true that all you do will always come right back to you
And as for depression
Don't blame the recession
When you've got this witch hunt tradition, modern day McCarthyism here to thank
Clairvoyant collective
I think your brakes are defective
I know the way you sling your invective makes me question how selective nature is
Abject condescension
Threw a big monkey wrench in
The works, now I shudder at the spectre of the outcome tax collector come to call
High crimes, signs of the times, I've got a lot to write home about
You had a hot seat in hell reserved well before the bastards got you down
Oh age of distraction
Of repulsion and attraction
Untie me from your hangman's lasso, won't you loosen up your bear trap from my skin
You've mixed all your blessings
Well I've learned all your lessons
In one breath you're preachin ressurection and the next it's Smith & Wesson .45s
The mind bears a schism
Rose tint the bad visions
Of the impending cataclysm since we built the world on Indian sacred grounds
So hell bent on heaven
That you trampled the reverend
And when you say old time religion I hear Spanish Inquisition and the plague

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