Death Taxes And The Unexpected by Deserters
Oh God,
they've spilled AIDS
and cleaned it up with cancer
Spread disease
in the shadow
of the new high score.
Usher in the new plague,
with a face that we can trust.
Attracted,
to the scent
of someone doing worse than us
Distracted,
we keep
spinning
the wheel
Driven into our holding cell
6x6, fluorescent lights and no sign
of your
self-
worth
Because if we fail,
these unforgiving streets won't feed the homeless
(we're hopeless)
So riot,
a prison cell is your meal ticket
Take it
The best you'll ever get
is a life of constant disappointment
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