verse:
We got a Harley-driving pope.
The president smoked dope.
Had a guy who ran the Treasury.
Whose taxes slipped his memory.
Pop stars running wild.
Olympians on trial.
Pastors running scams,
Trying to fleece the lambs
chorus:
I don't know what to say.
Guess I'll wait for judgment day.
Maybe God can sort it out.
Seems like everybody's sinned.
I don't know what to think.
I'm left with confusion and doubt.
verse:
Brokers on the take
Claim it was just a mistake.
Ponzi and pyramid schemes.
Investments in shares of dreams.
Cops will look the other way
For those who know what to say.
Judges can be bribed
To set punishment aside.
chorus
instrumental with key change
chorus
