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Lex Zaleta - Music - Under the Sun

Genre:
Rock
Added:
16-12-2013
Position:
1177 in Rock, 8847 overall

UNDER THE SUN

We sit perplexed by purple thoughts,
Magenta mountain majesties,
Against-the-grain sinister plots,
Self-administered travesties.

Bubbling up come some crude black scenes
Of wheeling, dealing politicians,
Like some very well-oiled machines
On dark search-and-destroy missions.

From their lips spray
Words hot and sweet;
In their hearts, they
Harbor deceit.

They bask luxurious
In their marble bath,
But wealth is worthless
In the day of wrath.

Theres nothing new
Under the sun.
We just redo
What has been done.

Left-wing, right-wing, they all take flight,
Casting shadows across the land,
Bringing sadness, fear, and blight
To the heart of the common man.

Greasy palms meet greasy palms
In good ol boy secret handshakes,
Stirring up storms between the calms
Even calamitys on the take.

From their lips spray
Words hot and sweet;
In their hearts, they
Harbor deceit.

They bask luxurious
In their marble bath,
But wealth is worthless
In the day of wrath.

Theres nothing new
Under the sun.
We just redo
What has been done.

The White House takes on shades of gray,
Shadows of its former glory.
The new moralitys in play
A convincing cover story.

The debt ceiling rises each day,
Out of our reach, far above us.
The more we pay, the more they pee away,
This incontinental Congress.

From their lips spray
Words hot and sweet;
In their hearts, they
Harbor deceit.

They bask luxurious
In their marble bath,
But wealth is worthless
In the day of wrath.

Theres nothing new
Under the sun.
We just redo
What has been done.

Copyright 2013 Lex Zaleta

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