LYRIC FOR SALE

By Sigma

Dangle a nozzle over thirsty mouths
Then strangle the hose so they cannot drink
Tell them to pay and I will let you out
Of this life astray starving and they think

If we had money why would we need you
Our lack of shelter is due to your greed
We cannot feed cause you deny us food
We have no home nor a place to plant seed

A smirk plays over the lords slender lips
Serve me and I will provide all that you crave
Come to my home upon the mountains tip
Cook all my meals and work as my own slave

And food will be yours and water not scarce
In my privileged eyes then why do I care