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The very light that trains your eye to see, Only shows what is not what could be, Up here in the pulpit it’s a party all the time, It’s just a way to make the unreasonable rhyme, It’s not personal you know it’s just business; man, It’s just the politics of an arrhythmic heartland, The back scratching of this suspect symbiosis, The drop-dead-dow of the diagnosis.

Divide and conquer statesman with a demographic memory, Tell them exactly who to be, Opinions; the hollow words of a parrot's talk, This educated ignorance only walks the walk, It’s a little more than a shame a little less than a scam, They don’t give a fuck if you give a damn, He turns every one into an us or them, He doesn’t want you to vote he wants you to vote for him.

You talk like you’d sell your very own soul, To give your very own devil control, So dogmatically duped you think you're the answer, Yeah you think you're the cure but you're really the cancer, There is no doubt left when you can be this right, Your man has a vision; you don’t even have hindsight, It’s a law of nature this unnatural crime, Trying to go in two directions at the same time.

I am a left handed middle man, All I do is the best we can, If I ran for president would you vote for me, If I could look could you see.

Oct. 08

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from Disasters in the Sun, released March 20, 2009

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