As long as there have been stories lies and airwaves
what makes a man a mans been right up front,
in visions, boys are sold of what it could be
and grievance when it ain’t like what they thought,
when money and respect seem to allude him
and being white alone don’t make the ladies swoon
there’s no shortage when it comes to hearing voices
telling him it’s him that’s done unto

They say his trouble with the ladies cant be his fault
after all he’s what it’s natural they should want
that there’s just outside forces turning them against him
a conspiracy to water down his blood
a conspiracy to water down his blood
and its all the fault of it or them or they
give a boy a target for his grievance
and he might get it in his head they need to pay

Giving boys targets for their grievance
and then mocking those who bear the pain they cause
It takes a certain special kind of something
to cash the check it brings and sleep at all
The demonizing of the trouble minded
with all the usual suspects on the scene
Merchants selling young men reclamation
Merchants selling old men back their dreams

On suspended disbelief and wishful thinking
Comes a vision of a special Hell for cons
Who sell their marks the doubt it even happened
An eternity for every tear they mock
An eternity for every tear they mock
May the price of freedom finally be their own
May our thoughts and our prayers keep them company
As they wallow in their helplessness alone