The cowboys have not a leg to stand on,
But the scratchy voiced corpse of a pawn.
But, the dollar bill, the big bertha
Bombing the word with buyouts.
For them, with no will, it goes no further,
Though the mothers of the slain cry out.
Security for sale, come and get it!
The government is coming to getcha.
If that’s security, I don’t feel it,
but the children sure do I betcha!
The rolling rock of capitalism,
Cannot be deaf to wisdom.
Life, not meant to be bought or sold,
yet fatter wallets bid for all our souls.
On our lives, is on which they thrive,
leaching as we grow old.
But it goes no further,
than the lame duck can fly
identity without liability,
farewell goodbye.
The digital revolution is on my mind,
the quality of music shall rewind.
When technology smothers the burn for profit
and there is little game in producing whores
the Spam business will be forced to forfeit
and the heart of the art, will be at our cores.
It would be quite nice, to break the stranglehold
faceless names have on our lives
When offices are empty, and companies sold,
I look forward to many sweet goodbyes.
