roaches_in_the_kitchen dafremen (written for public wörks) The sicker the hound dog The worse his disease The less that he scratches The fatter the fleas The weeds in the garden Must grow to be seen To be pulled from their holes in The rows in between So bring on the greed Let some fall to their hands and knees So we can see The roaches in the kitchen The fat politician's A beggar indeed Completely sucked in by The face that he feeds If he lost all his power He'd still have his nerve To keep hold of the gold he stole From the souls that he serves Bring on the greed When some fall to their hands and knees Then we will see The roaches in the kitchen Gathering to feed These human beings that prey upon us all They're not like human beings at all Not like human beings at all (Solo) Down on your knees You've failed the test You made the grade It was an 'F' You selfish mother fucker Drowning in greed Just like the rest You've proved a point Well more or less Just like the others On their knees with you Shooting the breeze with you Then going down like you The sicker the hound dog The worse his disease The less that he scratches The fatter the fleas Here in the garden Growing like weeds Are those that sell out souls for gold From the rows in between Bring on the greed Let some fall to their hands and knees So we can see The roaches in the kitchen Gathering to feed Those humans that presume to rule us all Are not like human beings at all They're not human beings at all.. 051229 what's it to you? who go blather from