this noise in my head, 
its telling me, I'm up to no good 
these lavish thoughts of my betrayal 
will end all of us 

what is good? what is bad? 
money and greed is such a fad 
do what you want 
forget what you need 
let the vermin tell you how to bleed 

What is fine? or not so devine? 
We're always good guys 
and they're always swine 

like points on a line, degrees on a scale 
righteousness is relative, 
whose magnitude is pale 

Two sides, two sides 
equal and opposite 

Every four years, another perennial 
a weed that persists through the toughest revolt 
it feasts on your ignorance, it blossoms to power, 
a plant that is too big to fail 

it's mean and green, as green as can be 
it rests on the best manure that money can buy 
with the finest of pesticides 

every four years we take a chance by flipping a two faced coin hoping for tails.