Wrote this song after watching ads for the GOP primaries in 2012 while reading a book on the French revolution. Never trust the rich. They aren't like us.
lyrics
How do you sleep with the blood still on your teeth.
Sucking the light out of this world in ever darkening degrees.
Bow your head and avert your eyes,
say your prayers to block out the cries
of our mothers and daughters, you send to the slaughter.
...and while you're building your heavenly machines,
their bloodstained fingers are crafting guillotines.
So bow your head,
bend your knee.
give us a clear shot
at the back of your neck.
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