Train your children to trust in that
Oh-so magical elixir and soon they'll
Be funneling it into places you wouldn't
Dare speak of, let alone drink from.
By now it's plain and clear how things
We hear don't mean as much compared
To they way our bodies move, but those
Men who reach out hands have given up power
To receive power unattainable to the
Red wax figurines who dream of
Sainthood when they're alone in the bath.
Deep down they know they're not up to the task.
Whether they're on tv or in foreign countries
They are all alike, collecting spikes to nail
Their profits to the walls, but real
Men know riches will only make them poor.
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