Cold Cold Blood
Once there was a great defenderNow the enemy withinAnd you can’t tell fict from factionBut you know the ficts are inPrinciples, they have a wayOf changing every other dayThat bare lie you swear byIs etched in mudBut something keeps pumpingThat cold, cold blood.
Each position you abandonSwore an oath that you’d defendKnowing no one will rememberAnd we all get fooled againProfiles in dishonestyMaster Class hypocrisyStraight-laced and straight-facedYou laugh, you shrugBut something keeps pumpingThat cold, cold blood.
And you know we know you’re lyingAs you dare us to dissentAre there any lives that matter?Just the point oh-one percentRules are such a sucker’s gameMoths into a candle flameSo smart, but no heartA vampire’s clubBut something keeps pumpingThat cold, cold, cold, cold blood. © 2023 Bruce M. Gordon
Each position you abandonSwore an oath that you’d defendKnowing no one will rememberAnd we all get fooled againProfiles in dishonestyMaster Class hypocrisyStraight-laced and straight-facedYou laugh, you shrugBut something keeps pumpingThat cold, cold blood.
And you know we know you’re lyingAs you dare us to dissentAre there any lives that matter?Just the point oh-one percentRules are such a sucker’s gameMoths into a candle flameSo smart, but no heartA vampire’s clubBut something keeps pumpingThat cold, cold, cold, cold blood. © 2023 Bruce M. Gordon