Propaghandi - Purina Hall Of Fame Lyrics
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose selflessAccord a higher value to their masters, while parting gifts (bolt pistols) console the rest. the remainder. too bad the tributes paid to lives that relegate these thrones to lives spent valuingRunners-up, are known to be neither fleeting nor desirable. but nothing surprises me these days. I just sit and watch the box-cars roll by and wait. patient. unattended. a package under a terminNch. a short fuse to scatter steady hands if I forget to remember that better lives have been lived in the margins, locked in the prisons and lost on the gallows than have ever been enshrined inCes.