Keep working hard on your appearance
'Cause you know when you're in, you're in
The drive flickers like a candle
Accessing lines stored within
Old man berates the congregation
Instill a fear he'll soon expose
Replete with a wooden constellation
To seal the doors closed
While he sold his children's souls
Feed yourself when you can
Black-eyed man doesn't understand
That the world is no more stupid than he is convincing
When will he understand?
The politics of a man
With a gun in a gentle hand?
It's the tolerance of those he tried to piss on
That let him get this far
But he thinks he won the hand...
There's a black old soul
In a black-eyed man
Too steeped in lore to make a change
Too predisposed to compensate
Stuck on the roundabout
With no idea the inside is out
So on we play
Feed yourself when you can
Fool yourself when you can
k** yourself when you can