Lyrics

Who will watch the watchers, who spies on the spies Who trusts politicians that are crooked by design Force them into action watch them all conspire It ain't a smokin' gun it's a city on fire Does it get any better than this? All I can smell is perfume and piss Perfume and piss Perfume and piss This punishment of luxury that we all tolerate Those self-serving servants we all love to hate I'm in a torture chamber labeled as a liar I've got an orange jumpsuit and electric razor wire A never-ending saga of evil versus good Your liberty is on the line and dust where you once stood So celebrate your victories, so few and far between Keep your ego in a cage there's no "I" in team