The Right Clothes

Wear the right clothes and no one knows
right away how far you've gone
say the right things and enough truth rings
right into left brain making sense rein
down muddy truth but nothing you can sink
your teeth into overnight and better not
to investigate or shed light on what wasn't right
when we've got the left hopeful and everyone dopeful
and momentum chugging downhill fully freighted
a few elated mostly related clans and blood brothers
who's druthers are the free expression of economics
without any ethical or moral constraints
that's the first amendment we bloody well die for
no amends necessary to those harmed their sacrifices
are glorified as the poor boys and girls like lemmings
over the cliffs go to their demise group mind despite
what's in front of our eyes
Someone said conspiracy theory can't be right
they're too stupid to do it right without fucking it up
so then Conspiracy is the word
that lays the turd to bury with the dead
and words are worked like the right clothes to cover
the rotting evil corpses of the military economic corps
that fears no evil, sees no evil, hears no evil
exchanging words to turn life upside down, make heads spin
the other direction in the Northern Hemisphere as they are flushed
with fiction with excellent American and BBC diction
the Western world is so full of itself the buttons are popping
off it's shirts and there's still money to be made and there's still
enough votes bought and paid for to keep nice coats hanging
in the family closet where one nation under God decisions are made
and right to your face they'll tell you
they Will go to any lengths to kill
health care, and kill work programs and education
because the taxes are killing us
don't you know and you don't know what you'll never know
just how out there it has all gotten
that politicians in blue suits and white collars
gave the nod to rough shod reasons to go to war
to look too stupid to be able to speak proper sentences
too incompetent to save 1600 people from a hurricane
all the gray and blue suits getting busy signals
dismal plays of avoidance impossible to imagine
evil could be that intentional, systematic
and that controlled, well dressed, well oiled.