Snakes

We chose to press our luck

Now we've fallen complacent

The snakes are all around

Feeding wars through our paychecks

They say the right things

Out the sides of their mouths

To keep us feeding

From their filthy palms

Not a dollar

Spent or earned

Hasn't seen a

Little dirt

They press the flesh

Just to get the vote

Then our loyalty

Is bought and sold

They walk us backwards

Into our deathbeds

Into a sea of constrictors

They slither under it

Not a dollar

Spent or earned

Hasn't seen a

Little dirt