Each one, Teach one
And let some leach some
If welfare keeps them alive
Deep sons reason
To speak of treason
If the devil governs our lives
Bleak long seasons
No heat on freezing
While politicians split up our pie
We keep on breathin’
And keep on grievin’
Over their drugs is why we die
These heathens are needing
Our hearts for feeding
Their sharp tongue are their knives
While we’re dreamin’ we’re bleeding
In the dark While they’re leading
We must sleep for them to survive
















