LYRIC FOR SALE

By Zap Gun

Far Right thugs on the streets of my town,
the ship is sinking and I fear I might drown.
Did we anger the universe with greed very vast,
when blessings for our families was all that we asked?

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

Old man posting leaflets in the noon of the day,
adjusting his mailbag as he shuffles away.
His puzzled eyes as he closes each gate,
like he has all the answers, but they came too late.

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

The tragic Last Rites for Albion's soul,
are left to the banker and the internet troll.
I say a farewell to all the things I adore,
and leave the oration to the semantically poor.

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

I'm a native son of fields and rivers,
a life in the wilderness seldom delivers.
'Farmacia' runs through a cycle of neon,
it all starts with you to Creation's last aeon.

(Chorus)
I see the ratings and I watch 'em slide,
they tell the story of a fratricide.
The verdict's in an' it's bona fide,
the steep declining of my side;
the slow extinction of my pride.

I hear the voices and I wanna hide... can't sleep inside...