Purina hall of fame lyrics

Artist  : Propaghandi 
Song : Purina hall of fame
 
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from
beds. steeping toddlers plucked from their watery
deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the
ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose
selfless
Accord a higher value to their masters, while
parting gifts (bolt pistols) console the rest.
the remainder. too bad the tributes paid to lives
that relegate these thrones to lives spent
valuing
Runners-up, are known to be neither fleeting nor
desirable. but nothing surprises me these days. I
just sit and watch the box-cars roll by and wait.
patient. unattended. a package under a termin
Nch. a short fuse to scatter steady hands if I
forget to remember that better lives have been
lived in the margins, locked in the prisons and
lost on the gallows than have ever been enshrined
in
Ces.