The Mad Ones

The rain came down

My wallet got soaked

The money ran out

The mud was gold

The ground was cold

My dignity was never bought

Nor sold

Choose a career

Get your mind clear

Keep up with the Joneses

You go and you atone for your greed

You atone for your greed

with the Electric Messiah

But that's just your publicity stunt

I can see your duplicity

in front 
of

your

lying

teeth.