WORK UNTITLED
Give us your weak, your young and your old.
And please turn your head while we beat down your bold.
Oh we'll trade you this Earth, for dollars and gold...
And hope your mind's not re-arrangin'...
Please look over here, while we go over there,
The times, they are a-changin'.
Did no one not tell you, it is wrong to ask why?
Just shut your damn face while we scorch out your sky,
Oh the truth that we speak, is never a lie,
And we'll spank ya for any complainin'.
Misdirection look left, no detection left, right?
The times, they are a-changin'.
We'll dig and we'll take till-there-no back left to break.
Two sides to the face means we make no mistake,
Oh the stories we tell, are in print so not fake...
Don't ask while we spread that contagion...
We bought up the news and we sold it as trues
Yea the times, they are a-changin'.
We hide ugly truth and we bury the proof.
Investigate not for we'll call you a spoof,
oh and here's your tax break, for when shit hits the roof.
Just oil the machine it needs changin'...
You'll buy and consume and and you won't dare presume,
for the times, they are a-changin'.
We hope you dislike, this wit, song, and dance.
We hope that you'll buy your 200 buck pants
And if you should decide that for once you just cant...
We'll put them on sale so you're savin'
You'll go to your grave, while we still misbehave
Yea we hope, the times are not changin'.
James Fries, 2011
My Grandchildren are all so talented.
Thank you first born of my own baby.
Your Grandma is so proud of you.
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