The same old story: We’ve been lied to;
each time is like the one before.
World’s really hurting; no one’s got a plan
to get us out of mondial quicksand.
Each day the world turns…another con
some fraudster’s gonna share,
then another one is spawned. So…


piggies fly, winging by windows—
that’s when world peace comes (world peace won’t come.)
Piggies fly, winging by windows…
ain’t gonna happen; there’s no way.

We listen to world “leaders”/“pundits”/“sages”/“prophets” snarling,
but they haven’t got a clue.
Can’t break the habit of tales that must be spun.
Many of them batshit…dish bullshit by the ton.

Spinnin’ more balone’
spat out in a trice.
Many folks are fooled
by such obvious tripe.

Bullshit, piled bullshit, piled bullshit,
they keep growing cons (good at growing cons).
Bullshit, piled bullshit, piled bullshit…
some folks don’t know they’re conned.

All the same, still racing on:
screaming clowns blowing hot air.
Tiring bunch, replete with lies.
Many lying with straight face on.

Bullshit by bullshit—fie bullshit…
tiring of the cons,
so time wasting.
Bullshit, fie bullshit, fie bullshit.
Why ain’t fraudsters gone?!