Politically Correct

You were right
About the jokes we’d told each other every

Night was slow
I felt like we were trapping ourselves in a

Ghost in chains
Who disguised as the blinds and cripples

No no no

Don’t you say
There is no right or wrong in jungles

We are not superior every day
This is not America in some ways
Sometimes we just have to forget your face

Stop and think
When we are floating in the universe of
Stink and greed
I am so sick and tired of your excuses
Feed your beast
I wish they will not eat you alive

We are not superior every day
This is not America in some ways
Sometimes we just have to smash your face

Here she comes
I know you’ll have your fun
When sorrow meets my eyes
I hope I will survive the worst day of my life

Kings and queens
Will not be coming to the party drinking
Greens and blues
They are just darkness in the shadows
Like we do