Turning Blank Stares Into a Witch Hunt

It doesn't take much
To make a mob

Out a bunch of blithering idiots

You walk their walk
You talk their talk
You make them believe
That you're on their side

But you're wide awake
Getin' a cut off the take
Lining your own pockets
With golden flake

Loyal ignorance
Of the selfish

The new past-time of American Patriots



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Webber
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