Head Count

He used to care for something
Now he’s down on his knees
Doesn’t give a shit
For the peons in Guatemala
Won’t give a fuck
About missiles in flight

Well he used to care for something
Now the scabs cover his knees
Missed the birth of television
Missed Armstrong on the moon
To busy sucking cock for free

He used to say he cared for something
There was nothing he couldn’t see
For seven days he cared
Then set his mind free

That mother fucker don’t give good god damn
Not a single thought beyond his need
All he sees is what he wants
Gagging as he swallows
Sucking all our cocks for free

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