it isnt what it is
cos what it is it isnt
and when they say what they mean
its not what it seems
like the size of your dick
or what makes you tick
with all these good people
who know what the whole things for
isnt it a shame
bout those bloodstains on the floor
but then people love a game
so there is no cause for shame
when the moaning sounds she made
were causd by mans cold pain
with the smile upon the faces
of those who claimed to help
yet even in the darkness
where the victims beaten down
you can hear the mocking laughter
while they crucify a clown
while life plays its game
like the claws of apanther
there is no cure
for this kind of cancer