Dancing with Danger
In the hills and in the valleys
All around the land
There Lurks a demon in the shadows
That holds the upper hand
Stretching out all resting comfy
In your easy chair
'Bout the time you least expect it
You're in the demon's lair
Beguiling by the misconception
That everything is fine
Are myriads of selfish demons
All standing in a line
They're feeding on the unsuspecting
The poor and middle class
They're jacking up the price of freedom
Like serpents in the grass
'Cause we're d-dancing with d-danger
Now you might think I'm crazy
So does your spouse
Lest you go passing judgment
Try and buy a house
Greed driven demons out there
All say we're fine
Meanwhile they all seem happy
To smile and rob you blind
Friends and neighbors, I'm suggesting
That you best beware
Don't drop a dime on nothin' out there
Until the price is fair
The time has come to claim our freedom
Crush the demon's head
Keep your pennies in your pocket
Until the demon's dead
Beguiling by the misconception
That everything is fine
Are myriads of selfish demons
All standing in a line
They're feeding off the unsuspecting
The poor and middle class
They're jacking up the price of freedom
Like serpents in the grass
All around the land
There Lurks a demon in the shadows
That holds the upper hand
Stretching out all resting comfy
In your easy chair
'Bout the time you least expect it
You're in the demon's lair
Beguiling by the misconception
That everything is fine
Are myriads of selfish demons
All standing in a line
They're feeding on the unsuspecting
The poor and middle class
They're jacking up the price of freedom
Like serpents in the grass
'Cause we're d-dancing with d-danger
Now you might think I'm crazy
So does your spouse
Lest you go passing judgment
Try and buy a house
Greed driven demons out there
All say we're fine
Meanwhile they all seem happy
To smile and rob you blind
Friends and neighbors, I'm suggesting
That you best beware
Don't drop a dime on nothin' out there
Until the price is fair
The time has come to claim our freedom
Crush the demon's head
Keep your pennies in your pocket
Until the demon's dead
Beguiling by the misconception
That everything is fine
Are myriads of selfish demons
All standing in a line
They're feeding off the unsuspecting
The poor and middle class
They're jacking up the price of freedom
Like serpents in the grass
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Writer(s): Bret Jay Nybo
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