Yes, the goons have gone global and the CEOs are shredding files and the democrans and the republicrats are flashing their toothy smiles and uncle tom is posing for a photo op with the oval office clan and uncle sam is rigging cockfights in the promised land and that knife you stuck in my back is still there it pinches a little when i sigh and moan and these days i'm thinkin i could just as soon use the time aloneĬuz all the wrong people have the power of suggestion and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a question i mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors that to even try to say why is to over simplify but that's a far cry isn't it dear? from acting like you're the only one there unrepentantly self centered and unfair enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop exit mr. Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time i answer the phone so i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i'm at home a defacto choice of macro or microcosmic melancholy but, baby, any way you slice it i'm thinkin i could just as soon use the time alone

Any way you slice it the profit