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Social cancer
Social cancer
Every day I see the news, corruption or guns you choose
Gunfire erupting without warning; innocence meets blues
Double dealing white collar, payoffs in the back-room parlor
Top secret files in the shower stall while he starts to
holler
Students shaking wondering who’s next? Some say it’s the
devil and we’re hexed
Politicians pose for network news cameras and shake their
heads and look perplexed
No one wants to venture a guess, they say it’s our God given
right
They mean the one on the cross, the one Hollywood colored
white
They like to wag their fingers, use theatrics to disguise
their answer
But mister if you ask me they’re the root cause of our
social cancer
The right and the left in a tug of war, who’s going to cave,
who wants it more?
One side is propping up a criminal while the other is trying
to validate a bore
Where is Camelot these days? Who will take up the reins
while the band plays
Hail to the chief, and let us usher in a new method to build
strong American ways
No one wants to take that chance, private enterprise reaps
financial advance
Too much bad feeling about political figures and their
rhetoric how it slants
They like to wag their fingers, use theatrics to disguise
their answer
But mister if you ask me they’re the root cause of our
social cancer
Social cancer eats away at people on the street, they argue
almost every time they meet
Over rainbows and inclusion, nothing but confusion, add in
women’s right to make it complete
Social cancer fed by Tucker like a TV dinner, praising
hoodlums making saints out of sinners
While the fat cats in the board room count their money, so I
guess you know who’s the winners
Social cancer has a cure something we all can do. Kill it. Stop
the bickering, and think it through
Understand the issues and reason out something plausible
that works for both me and you
Fuck social cancer, let’s live in peace!
Tim Windisch
07/09/2023
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By Tim WindischSocial cancer
Every day I see the news, corruption or guns you choose
Gunfire erupting without warning; innocence meets blues
Double dealing white collar, payoffs in the back-room parlor
Top secret files in the shower stall while he starts to
holler
Students shaking wondering who’s next? Some say it’s the
devil and we’re hexed
Politicians pose for network news cameras and shake their
heads and look perplexed
No one wants to venture a guess, they say it’s our God given
right
They mean the one on the cross, the one Hollywood colored
white
They like to wag their fingers, use theatrics to disguise
their answer
But mister if you ask me they’re the root cause of our
social cancer
The right and the left in a tug of war, who’s going to cave,
who wants it more?
One side is propping up a criminal while the other is trying
to validate a bore
Where is Camelot these days? Who will take up the reins
while the band plays
Hail to the chief, and let us usher in a new method to build
strong American ways
No one wants to take that chance, private enterprise reaps
financial advance
Too much bad feeling about political figures and their
rhetoric how it slants
They like to wag their fingers, use theatrics to disguise
their answer
But mister if you ask me they’re the root cause of our
social cancer
Social cancer eats away at people on the street, they argue
almost every time they meet
Over rainbows and inclusion, nothing but confusion, add in
women’s right to make it complete
Social cancer fed by Tucker like a TV dinner, praising
hoodlums making saints out of sinners
While the fat cats in the board room count their money, so I
guess you know who’s the winners
Social cancer has a cure something we all can do. Kill it. Stop
the bickering, and think it through
Understand the issues and reason out something plausible
that works for both me and you
Fuck social cancer, let’s live in peace!
Tim Windisch
07/09/2023