I see everything
A chief at the podium with eyes on the revelry
I see puppet strings
A marshmallow man stepping down on the city streets
Like a loaded gun
Spinning in the speakeasy
I see blackmailing
A beauty pageant judge with his hand in Mississippi
I see diamond rings
Making promises of peace then taking lives in a shooting spree
Like a loaded gun
Spinning in the speakeasy
Selling souls like hot potatoes
Downstream of oil rigs
Poison stronger than tobacco
Oh, how we've grown
Lying to St Peter when the gates aren't open yet
Hating just a bit of leader
Oh, how we've grown
Oh, how we've grown
Oh, how we've grown
I see bordering
A child without a family with designs on running free
I see clamoring
A manufactured fear in the place of your empathy
Like a loaded gun
You're the sober one
Like a loaded gun
Spinning in the speakeasy
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