On the face of it
There is nothing to confront
Just hypocricy
And inconsistency
While we pretend that we are alone
With our standards bared
And no profits shared
We should count our days numbered
On the face of it
There is nothing to conceal
Just conspiracy
And atrocity
While we contend with being all alone
With our hardly earned
And our bridges burned
We can count our days numbered
That's the tragedy
Of the strategy
Of looking out for number one
