damn ya

Outing of the gods, part of the PR package
The spiritual engineers and their partners in the war departments running the rackets
Born to plunder levels about average
when you factor in carbon credits from other planets.

Mediums of exchange clang
Temptations drum in the brain like a pulse
The in and out crowds at a head bang
The acts of gutter rats wrapped in finery but one look in the eyes will repulse.

Getting over to the slow down lane
Take the exit to the still a thrill drive thru
Have picnic in the middle of the pain
Spread the blanket and see what accrues

Change of plans in the pleasurama
Sweet dreams in the fields that would normally damn ya.