Dollars

They're supportive until their seed dries.

Then it's back to the closet again.

They got what they wanted between your thighs,

Now they call you an abominable sin.

/

The squeakiest wheels,

Leave the deepest of cuts.

They leave bruises and bite marks,

All over your nuts.

Or all over your snatch,

It doesn't matter to them.

They get off on the hypocrisy,

And often the lack of consent.

It isn't fun to them,

If you don't put up a fight.

It makes you wonder,

If this is how they treat their wives.

/

Politicians, pastors, and fathers...

Pedophiles, perpetrators, ruiners, defilers.

Do you know where your husband

Is spending his dollars?

Guess it's better given to a sex worker,

Than his own daughter.

Politcians, pastors, and fathers...

Presidents, senators, congressmen, ambassadors...

Do you know where your president

Is getting his dollars?

Do you really trust a man,

Who'd rape his own daughter?

/

They're supportive as long as they get a turn with the girls...

The same purveyors of perversion want to force you to give birth.

They need more children to sell to their friends...

Purity culture is merely a means to justify their ends.

/

You don't need a conscience,

When you have billions and billions.

Do whatever the fuck you want,

Become untouchable villains.

But the ivory tower is crumbling,

And you're on the top.

All your workers are quitting,

And refuse to gather rocks.

I guess you should have considered,

How much we outnumber you.

The Earth has already delivered,

A warning of the humbling arriving soon.

/

Politicians, pastors, and fathers...

Pedophiles, perpetrators, ruiners, defilers.

Do you know where your husband

Is spending his dollars?

Guess it's better given to a sex worker,

Than his own daughter.

Politcians, pastors, and fathers...

Presidents, senators, congressmen, ambassadors...

Do you know where your president

Is getting his dollars?

Do you really trust a man,

Who'd rape his own daughter?

/

Oh, you can shoot me into a ditch...

You can call me a lying bitch.

You can rape me, detain me,

Rip me apart inch by inch.

But the words have been said,

And will last after I'm dead,

And you still won't be able

To get them out of your head!

/

Politicians, pastors, and fathers...

Pedophiles, perpetrators, ruiners, defilers.

Do you know where your husband

Is spending his dollars?

Guess it's better given to a sex worker,

Than his own daughter.

Politcians, pastors, and fathers...

Presidents, senators, congressmen, ambassadors...

Do you know where your president

Is getting his dollars?

Do you really trust a man,

Who'd rape his own daughter?