Michael McGuire Credo
credo
Would you like to buy a little happiness,would you like to
buy a little soul,would you like to dream a little life,would
you like to fain a little control,kiss the cook and swallow
the food,bite the waiter lick the mood
*there is a sale for those who can afford not to care,there
is a sale on nowhere
well she's had plastic surgery on her soul,but i swear you
cant tell it from the real thing,she couldn't keep up with
the jones's so she just laughed at them,every joker wants to
be the king,buy low sell high everything is yours,just leak
your poison you don't have to worry about the cures
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just shrug off injustice with another line,just make the space invaders pay
another fine,talk about how you earned it how you worked so hard,and
how anyone could do the same if they weren't so full of lard but it's just
another day of all you can take,and our glorious someday is always on the
make,but there's never a care that's more real than you are fake,for those
who can afford to say let them eat cake,well it's easy to ask what are you
worried about,when you make the weather and you thrive on the
drought,when your the man who puts the with in the without,when you
sell all your beliefs for the dime of a doubt the only thing that's not for
sale is mercy.
