Hung Up Down

What the hell bad eggs don’t smell
When glossed with sleek perfume
So whose to cry, politicians’ lie
When you know damn well they do.

Well maybe they’re hung up down
Next stop, they’ll maybe turn around
Every other way, every other way than I want them to be.

Well is it so sad when men turn bad
To rob and steal from friends
While men who count large bank amounts
Reward for their own ends.

Well maybe they’re hung up down
Next stop, they’ll maybe, maybe turn around
Every other way, every other way than I want them to be.

Well the grossest spew of world war two
Turns some men right inside out
Well make them ride, make them ride with cold black hides
They are not so comfortable now.

Well maybe they’re hung up down
Next stop, they’ll maybe, maybe turn around
Every other way, every other way than I want them to be.
Every other way, every other way than I want them to be.

Well maybe they’re hung up down
Next stop, they’ll maybe, maybe turn around
Every other way, every other way than I want them to be
Than I want them to be
Every other way, every other way that I want them to be
Oh yeah, I said that every that very other way, every other way that they want to be

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