In-Con Sequential Art
Friday
Mar202015

I Hate It Here

Welcome to that City that Eats
Nothing golden can stay; keep away or it hands you defeats
You turn both blind eyes away from whats, whos, and whys
Locked to a television tellin' you that sour is sweet
But keep your earholes open to the word on the street, son
Takin' aim at who's to blame with gonzo fame and a meat gun
Elite-run upper-crusting foglet-fucking federales
Smell the winds of change, this mangy monkey's cookin' your tamales
I tell the stories no one's tellin' via stealthy enlistment
Right place, right time, film and filthy assistants
And my famous name means claims aren't gamed or wild in the least
A violent feast; who's cookin'? Fuckin' Smiler or Beast
I'm back on the streets, there's trouble smokin', I'm gonna do some
Soapboxing, social toxin, Old English and New Scum
Cuz this whole thing's dyin', I'mma catch the hearse
The master jerks; lesson -- being a bastard works

Rotten from the ground up, and fucked inside
Somebody wheel me back to the countryside
Think it's gonna change? Baby, wait a year
It's all goin' down in flames; man, I hate it here
Lesser of two evils? Man they're all the same
Slaughter rule is in effect, gonna call the game
Don't go thinkin' it gets better in another year
Deep graves and deeper debts, I really hate it here
 
Dead Celebrity nose candy jumped up to survive
Is it entropy? Code can be ate; mechanized
Free form foglets, cryo-catatonic, graze 'til you die
Terror taxonomic, mutant anatomic, praised and canonized
Brain burger, lamb herder, shepherd to the unheard
Name curser, screams murder, but the deaf are never stirred
They read the Word, but they blink through the buy-bombs
With a by-line from bygone, seems more right when I'm wrong
Like a punch in the gut, keep that motherfucker strut
Seek not to change the heart, but the bowel to disrupt
Hate preachers by the bleachers hawking holy thought liquid
True believers, thoughtless leechers guzzle down that insipid (piss)
Oversexed, under-educated, left hairless and berated
City's like a shitty ex, can't leave her though she's hated
There's garbage in the air, grinning third eye winks
The only thing that's clean is the rain, take a drink

Rotten from the ground up, and fucked inside
Somebody wheel me back to the countryside
Think it's gonna change? Baby, wait a year
It's all goin' down in flames; man, I hate it here
Lesser of two evils? Man they're all the same
Slaughter rule is in effect, gonna call the game
Don't go thinkin' it gets better in another year
Deep graves and deeper debts, I really hate it here

Sex puppets, Godti makers, mutant kittens, and mange
Cheap thrills, cheaper kills; city street / firing range
Protests are no jest; you're risking freedom and limb
For savior's sexual favors; who's fucking listening to him?

Liars to liest, Gaian Bias, even sacred's profane
Protected gender neutrality, micro junk in the vein
Culture bottled in reservations to keep things the same
They're pacifiers, liar liar, look who's cheating the game

Rotten from the ground up, and fucked inside
Somebody wheel me back to the countryside
Think it's gonna change? Baby, wait a year
It's all goin' down in flames; man, I hate it here
Lesser of two evils? Man they're all the same
Slaughter rule is in effect, gonna call the game
Don't go thinkin' it gets better in another year
Deep graves and deeper debts, I really hate it here