proclivity to debauchery

“a doctor of great rapport amongst his peers confirms all their fears diagnosis of the century … well… go on man… spit it out… this young one seems to have… a proclivity for debauchery” …. [Chorus] proclivity for debauchery a stalwart of integrity yellow smooth down and ‘round blue dress wrapped On a leg’s soft sound… …. I’ve seen cars come alive love painted on them red, blue and vile…. as they devour man… with a burp and a smile… Mac truck dirt and dust innate Built to kill, my death your fate … I’ve seen Leatherface chase scantily clothed women to their deaths with a chain saw All fiction derived from a previous generation’s killings the inhumanity of their deeds… Echo through the history of our needs … We are the children of your death We are the kindness crushed by your wealth We see you choose celebrity Over integrity…. [Chorus] proclivity for debauchery a stalwart of integrity yellow smooth down and ‘round blue dress wrapped On a leg’s soft sound… Tidy it up Gotta make it clean…. Prettiest floor They’ve never seen…. you can’t undo What you’ve already done… mind can’t unsee If it was that much fun…. A boy in the past long ago… different humans… on a different show…. [Chorus] proclivity for debauchery a stalwart of integrity yellow smooth down and ‘round blue dress wrapped On a leg’s soft sound… Down with the Billionaires Light step traps on tiny hairs… The dog is eating bullets now Kristi Noam fed it through its head somehow… Now all the dogs, they lay dead… Fucking with our Trump Fatigued heads… Trying to make sure his sycophants fed… And that all the Happiness is dead…. [Chorus] proclivity for debauchery a stalwart of integrity yellow smooth down and ‘round blue dress wrapped On a leg’s soft sound… Fleas and Ticks They suckle the teet Poor and hungry They Shuffle their feet… Down the halls of Capitalism.. Democracy a facade through a dictator’s prism…. [Chorus] proclivity for debauchery a stalwart of integrity yellow smooth down and ‘round blue dress wrapped On a leg’s soft sound… They are tiny angry men… They devour, they do not defend The weak are hungry as they descend… The protectors have become the captors The fascist state abducts In unmarked black SUVs and trucks … they cover their heads with masks from shame trying to avoid the light of justice and blame … Under the cloak of the state… They break up families with their hate…. [Chorus] proclivity for debauchery a stalwart of integrity yellow smooth down and ‘round blue dress wrapped On a leg’s soft sound… On a leg’s soft sound… a leg’s soft sound… [Chorus] proclivity for debauchery a stalwart of integrity yellow smooth down and ‘round blue dress wrapped On a leg’s soft sound… On a leg’s soft sound… a leg’s soft sound…