Family - Hung Up Down lyrics

J. Whitney R. Chapman What the hell bad eggs don't smell When glossed with sleek perfume So whose to cry, the politicians lie When you know damn well that they do Well maybe they're hung up down next stop They'll maybe turn around Every other way, every other way than I want them to be Oh, is it so sad when men turn bad To rob and steal from the friends While men who count large bank account Make wards for their own ends Well maybe they're hung up down next stop They'll maybe, maybe turn around Every other way, every other way than I want them to be Well the grossest spew of world war two Turns some men out inside out Oh, but make 'em ride, make 'em ride with coal black hides They're not so pure throughout Well maybe they're hung up down next stop They'll maybe, maybe turn around Every other way, every other way than I want them to be Every other way, every other way than I want them to be Well maybe they're hung up down next stop They'll maybe, maybe turn around Every other way, every other way than I want them to be, I want them to be Every other way, every other way than I want them to be