Sunday Afternoon - Drink the Kool-Aid

With arms open wide you expose
And the sheep herded in down below
Big Top is raised to receive
Circus performers believe
Translation is more of the same
All of the green you can claim
Like a German parade
When Mob rules say... Drink the Kool-aid

The masses pushed this on inside
Lined singled file; five high
Waiting in vain for the cue
Money frame of mind had come due
Filled all the cups; cash to brim
In hopes the sins might be thinned
None of integrity stays
When Mob rules say... Drink the Kool-aid

The Choir... The Choir gets much louder
How the heart had to let it all go
Skin to Skin all the wilder
Right in the confessional
Claude Raines, are you listening?
The flock has lost all their heads
Song they scream like a whistling
Should have stayed in bed

Written by:
Mickey Lyons

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