Monday, March 06, 2017

the painted skins

The painted skins in the glow
The newspapers get into the game
Playing it up to the village folks
While urban and city folks
Beating the drums “don't tell us lies!”

In the neon lights
The crooks dance away
Smiling with their monies
They can do much work with it

The hangers on will wait
The crumbs which come their way
Once they get it
They will sing the good songs

In the back doors
The odour of bad issues
The painted skins never see
It is where the bad lived

The bad will attract the bad
The evil will magnet evil
As long as it never changes
We can never write good songs

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