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I heard it on the airwaves
that the politicians are now priests,
giving sermons in our bedroom
just before they mount me,
and the Clowns of Chaos ponder
which golden rod they should polish
so they can get the best seat in town.

What better party can be had
when greenbacks are passed from hand to hand
just as easily as crack whores pipe
outside the Four Seasons hotel
and the Clowns of Chaos ponder
how easy it would be
to tell the truth even if it was a lie.