preacher boy

Lyrics

I see you in the ballroom with your cocaine nose and gold leaf finery
I see you oversee the construction of a billion-dollar swinery
I smell your burning soul in the flares up above the refinery

And I seen you on the TV, gettin’ angry when you hear the people boo
But there’s no war but the class war, and the enemy is you

I hear the voices of resentment, in the boardrooms, in the churches, in the white house
I hear the hateful whispers, the plotting on the dark side of the lighthouse
The convicts are in charge and the judges are in irons at the jailhouse

And I seen you on the TV, gettin’ angry when you hear the people boo
But there’s no war but the class war, and the enemy is you

I hear the condescension, and the smugness, and the sick sanctimony
I see the pharaoh masquerading as the phoenix, self-righteous and phony
I see the lies under oath, I see the black bars of redacted testimony

And I seen you on the TV, gettin’ angry when you hear the people boo
But there’s no war but the class war, and the enemy is you