I’m Down Deep


Shootin’ new borns full of “K”,
overdose cocktail mix.
Pain! Trauma! Infection!
Can’t fight “politics”/lobbyists.
Your babies maimed like millions
on the State’s high altar.
Cryin’ “Think of the children!”
rubbin’ hands as they slaughter.

There’s so much shit I’m keepin’ track of,
I ain’t got time to spit or sleep.

I’m down deep.
Way down, way down deep.

Frackin’ fresh water into poison,
bonus tremors, shakes ‘n’ quakes.
Corporations raping nature
filthy lucre till she breaks.
God forbid the proles cry foul,
meekly hold out hands for money,
The cheeky tax mule’s back ain’t broken,
and not worth ten a penny.

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CHORUS

Lookin’ thru a cynical eye,
sceptical things will improve.
The blue pill crew what are they like?
Happy like a room without a roof.

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©4.10.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

You’re not worth ten a penny.
filthy lucre
Corporations and deep state
gotta do what it x takes.
as “they” profit from their slaughter.
Cryin’ “Think of the children!”
as they finance the slaughter.
Your kids bleed like millions,
Your fuckin’ kids, for God’s sake!
Laid bare on the State’s altar.
“For the good of the many!”
A cry is raised, think of the children!
The cry is raised,
You’re not worth ten a penny.


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