The
apple polishers start to rejoice
The
half truth just sailed into port
They
get the booze light up their lives
Singing
the praises like premature ejaculations
The
get satisfaction isn't on their radars
They
want to see some lights in their eyes
Though
in their hearts they know why
The
crumbs of lives so they dig it in
At
the end of the day
The
people will bear the dilemma
The
economic shackles may sit in
The
end isn't over the crooks are free
The
truth must hit the port
This
is where the wave could be had
Right
now it isn't over the land
The
apple polishers can't wait to get the crumbs
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