Honest Misappropiation of Funds Lyrics

Red and yellow down this dirty window pane
Disturbing your sediments of classic form and thought
Wrapped in purposeless veneers of worthless words
And countless years of thievery and hopes of blacker days

But we don't like this
Not quite one bit
No we don't, no sir we just won't
Speak more softly
Safely wanting what we're told to wait and hope for


Sleep, sweet sleep

So please define our lives for us
So we can sleep
So we can trust
That they are righteous once
Cause after all

We are the promised land
We own the promised land