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The Good Life

The smoothest road is the longest
staying alive doesn't mean you're the strongest
remain silent and smug to be thought wise
by who? those with superficial eyes?

this way is constant competition
they have no plans of reading my petition
machines built to serve feast on the served
bailouts and bankruptcies curbed

you find out who your friends are
when you take the doing me thing too far
if they pay close attention they will understand
there is no door for me and I'm not the man

the race and the prize to the swift
I'm fine with that I'll take my gifts
we evolve through pretty faces
face-first toward a fall that disgraces

I have a Napoleon complex
I feel like riding down to the village
to wreak havoc and destruction
rob and pillage
give it back to the families
of those that are dying too much
but I love peace and I hate to steal
just because you can't touch
doesn't mean you don't feel


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