Government

Social stimulants, virginal tease

Downright dirty filthy sleaze

Counterfeit conscience, day old brew

Feel the leather glued steadfast to your skin

Fountains pour forth with pomp and glory

No one is rightly undersold, no one was paid their dues

One short knuckle, two worn signs

I am not the only soldier, I am the only saint

When I ask them outright they had no one true song

When I asked them outright they would not admit they were wrong

Cold hearted fools, numerous stories sold, limpets and barnacles

I am a kind of man, I am a kind man, I am mankind