Job For A Cowboy A Global Shift
I've come to an implausible conclusion
That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison
I'm indulging my thirstiness
With an infectious substance
For the bane of my existence is solely
Outlined to aid the breeding of ill and brainless
Lather, rinse, repeat
Gather, convince, deceit
A global shift has commenced
One gallon at a time
Turning the masses into walking malignancies
Imbecilic livestock with their numbers on the decline
A world is carved from blameless blood
Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man
Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man
Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man
I've come to an implausible conclusion
That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison, of poison
