Equal cut © Donna Rae Lands
An equal cut-all diced, sliced and priced up…
All will be done in their midnight song of be gone…
Their comrades ever so sad…
Had no idea like the gangster lad…
For as long as their riches can be taken…
People will be shaken and forsaken…
Fear of take your family and take your homes…
No worries, blame it on the virus hidden gnomes…
An equal cut-all diced, sliced and priced up…
All will be done in their midnight song of be gone…
A gulag here and a gulag there…
Camps for all everywhere…
Sell your soul and be in the know…
You’ll get your pay…
Nothing will stand in their way…
No need to work hard…
They hold your dead man’s card…
An equal cut-all diced, sliced and priced up…
All will be done in their midnight song of be gone…
Punish and charge by their law…
Protect and serve was never their destined call…
Bread lines in their future hands…
Communism for all their friends…
Ripping the truth for their tripping couth…
Treason becomes their middle name…
Begetting their riches and their games of shame…
An equal cut-all diced, sliced and priced up…
All will be done in the midnight song of be gone…
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