High Crimes

If it tastes just like a miracle

Would you remember you have no faith?

It's no longer quite the mouthful

But it's a slap in the face

The boy, he was incorrigible

To his father and his stick

From the moment his eyes opened wide

The tales were told, that's not all

He had dreams to still in time

In which to succeed is wrong

Only high crimes, low petty lies

Such as times he understood

The girl, she was a handful

Known around the state

She married two times, Lord only knows why

But the boy with dreams made it seem

That she had been suffering this time

In plain view, it doesn't mean she's wrong

Only high times and spreading lies

Will suffice for the hardest to please

Try hard not to hold too tight

Let it go where it's right

Is it too much to ask

Those who haven't dug in the fight

Get even one thing right?

It's a hard luck to crack

A sure thing to break

In time, it's all a lie

You know the money has run dry

It's all about the dangerous times

And the sons that's been lying