Technicolour Tyrants
Step inside a booth and cross by a name,
Yoru deciding on your future you know,
How’d you pick your colours worn in this game,
Do you base it on the shit you been told,
Like Aye’s to the left will rob you till your dead,
Lies are the truths they show,
No’s to the right are sucking on your life,
And we’re looking, we’re searching, we’re screaming for a change,
How’d you judge a con when all say the same,
Say anything so you think they care,
The leader takes the stand to show you theiy’re sane,
But the truth is in the colours they wear,
Those wearing green are part of the machine,
Those wearing red are dead,
Like those wearing blue aint in to helping you,
And those yellas, those fellas aint gonna change a thing,