What a crying shame talk about pass the buck no
thought of a change go out and get your gun
thought we’ve had out fill of that
They’ve had enough all of those with good will
let the rest run amok they won’t come clean so
we’re bound to lose don’t even have
A clue no respect for you dignity for whom one
more outnumbered bleeding hearts that humble to
find some shelter from a bloody
Shower another cause to blame another soul to
judge