Plundering corruption
A boy an apple from a tree
Son you know that is wicked
Come on, and follow me.

You saw that strange fruit growing
The poor a hanging from a tree
Let's sing another song boys
Call it  US democracy

I free all kinds of good boys
In my old boy kinda way
From tyranical oppression
To the kinder Gentler me

And I say you must reform now
To our ever wanking little whim
Chairman Bush is on a roll now
Thinks he's facking Chairman Mao.

Drawing myself instead of
The moving masses vibrating tyranical
Nothingness

To speak from a mouth
That can neither feel, see or do in
Nothingness

The rain pours faster when you are away
You said you couldn't stay because of the
Nothingness

Release me from this place
My mind, my feet, my arms, my
Nothingness

Let go of the soul that I was born to know
Grip lightly the light because there is only
Nothingness

Nothingness
A place where laughter echoes into
Nothingness

Nothingness breathes black weight
On my forever toiling and boiling bleak state of
Nothingness

Stumble to me baby
Please come my way
Cure this mean state of jagged and ragged
Nothingness