Waco Brothers
The lie



secreet gun, second sun
toe the company line
standing proud in the glow
of the refinery fires
say more with less
just what's required
the lie between the lines

to the manor born
a silver spoon in your nose
trade up & trade faith
like a new set of clothes
follow suits in new boots
sounds vague,listen close
the lie between the lines

a builder of bridges to nowhere
the first puppet on the moon
they all call you junior

second door booby prze
thaks for playing our game

here#s your prize of the pie
don't spend it all in one place
it#s not said, it's implied
it's way deep in the grey
the lie between the lines