Happiness guaranteed privacy implied indeed.
Place your faith in protection by people you don’t know.
Race to get the golden ring
Choking on the atmosphere of politikal korrektness.
Talk of rights while denying the right to be wrong
Longing for truth to be realized by those who lie
With the knowledge of hypocrisy in every thought and deed.
Oh yea, you want to be free, but your freedom is a joke
Told by every self serving whore in the Beltway.
Its like wanting ice cream in winter and salsa in the summer
Breathing fire and ice to quell the passions of the left and the right.
If it was real you would not even know it anymore
You have been so blinded in your race to be free
You cannot see the forest for the tree.
Our constitution is but a remnant of memory in historical past
The right is right and the left is right with no one left in the middle.
Our lights go out when we sleep at night
Visions of self aggrandizement dancing in our collective head.
One right is right, one right is wrong,
The extreme left is wrong, extreme right is wrong
The story of the people goes on and on
Trudging throughout the mire of innocent one day guilty by the next
Police state politics with which we have been hexed.
The presidential puppet masters gloat daily on their success,
Their positions firmly rooted in the cesspool of greed, power, and death.
Spilling blood for oil rich moniecrats destined to be the tool of the antichrist,
The people live in fear of the next great outrage to be perpetrated
By the paranoid para-military police force waiting in the wings
To fly down on the guilty until proven innocent citizens
Wasting away in external materialistic slavery
Bound by the laws of nature usurped for the convenience of profit.
Oh will there ever be a day of reckoning for past transgressions of liberty
Wallowing in the mire of self serving trivial pursuits of pleasure.
Run for cover you bastards of the beltway whores
The mask is being lifted and the perfume of respectability is wearing off
The stinking fetid odor of decaying corruption and greed
You have anointed your bodies with the oil of blood
Bought by the currency of lust for money and power.
Take heed for soon will come your final hour!
© 1994 TOMMY BARRIOS