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Everyone Is A Hypocrite


Everyone is a hypocrite

That’s what he said

Then like a flash in a jerry can

I had to go thank the man


Last trip to the altar

First trip to the grave

Bright and shining a eulogy

When they look back at me


Everyone is a hypocrite

Everybody is full of it

You can crown em

You can drown em

Leave em or bereave em

But nothing they say’s worth spit


A stitch in time saves a dozen

Threading needles takes time

Tattooed and cold head hands

The republic for which it stands


The conscience and the unconscious

Is a factory job

Push and crank in a high school hall

A candle glowing success for all

© Michael Worthington Music 2014

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