song texts

PARTY
   

there's a party tonight on slimy street
and all the local bigshots are primed for the auction
they are wild tonight on party street
standing in the spotlight striking poses

some asshole's on tv wearing a banner
in studioland it's raining quarters
pieces of meat are hung up for inspection
starvation rations yours for an hour

turning to the news captioned for the blind
you think you're delirious you're hallucinating
the dwarf at the desk has a price around his neck
he makes snickering jokes he's salivating

the big story tonight is the bedroom habits
of some politician that he created
who's murmuring homilies about law enforcement
you want to blow your brains out but you can't buy a gun

the master race is cruising for action
in chauffeur driven tanks with bulletproof eyes
and some flunky in running shoes is kissing their feet
surreptitiously caressing the real leather seats

there's a party tonight on slimy street
and all the local bigshots are up for auction
they are wild tonight on slimy street
standing in the spotlight striking poses

they pad you well with orange powder
as the paper hero wins the prize
the moving finger finds the target
as you vomit up your daily rice

   

 

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