Tytuł: Fruitless Fortunes

• Wykonawca: SWINGIN' UTTERS
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The fascists and their many guises
  Anarchists and their fantasizing
  It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat
  Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls
  As some similar psycho's screwing on the scope
  
  I'm leaving town
  To join sophisticates in my head
  We'll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
  And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
  I can safely say "I'm coming home"
  
  Fairy tales and fruitless fortunes
  Acquired from some sad story teller
  Can sometimes be enough to keep me mum in my keep
  Organ grinders orating overtures of madness
  As the heinous hipster's spending his unearned currency
  
  There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau
  I'll take the road less traveled
  If it looks like it ain't been sold
  The chains around my neck won't break
  But at least they're made of solid