Amazon Crimes - Marcus

Marcus built a campfire
And that campfire stood tall
It got kinda scary
And he thought "who should I call?"
Do I call the fire department
Will they put it out
Should I call the ranger
Or will they just come and shout
'Cause there's cowboys on acid
And there's acid on cowboys
Marcus heard someone a creepin'
Outside his front door
He had some friends over
So he wasn't really sure
Do I call my father
Will he be upset
Will he call the police
And will they come shoot my friends
Life's a crippled quandary
No one can ever be sure
Do they love the money
Or do they just hate the poor
Do they love the money
Or do they just hate the poor
'Cause there's cowboys on acid
And there's acid on cowboys
Them's just the facts kid
Flip the switch and self destroy
'Cause people are crying and people are dying
'Cause people can't get enough food
And renaissance comes after the revolution
You'd better be here for that too
Don't let this die in you
Don't let this die in you
Marcus went to protests against
Threats in his friends' lives
It was kinda shocking
But it came as no surprise
When the police started shootin'
Rubber bullets at the crowds
And they sprayed their liquid warfare
Down our throats and in our mouths
Life's a crippled quandary
No one can ever be sure
Do they love the money
Or do they just hate the poor
Do they love the money
Or do they just hate the poor
Oh there's cowboys on acid
And there's acid on cowboys
Them's just the facts kid
Flip the switch and self destroy
Oh

Written by:
Noah Erickson

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