Pockets Of Pricks Lyrics & Chords By The Van Pelt

The minds that drive the Philadelphians
Will forever remain a mystery to me.
But the framework has been irrevocably set
Cause no group is strong enough to conquer the rest.
We are multi-facisted state
We gather bread for your plate
And a car for every driveway
And an impasse for your hate
We are the bastard offspring
Generalissimo's now Mussolini
We are the 'save-my-own-ass' special interest strikers
From Zion to Toranta.
Cause there's a loop in our scriptures,
Says every voice must be heard.
Don't point fingers at me mam
It's you who finds this obsurd.
Talk to the politicians Ayatollah Melani
Choose your diction well and you'll recieve its pity
And join us all on Capital Hill
And a quarter billion 'me's shout democracy
Well, we are multi-facisted state
We gather bread for your plate
And a car for every driveway
And an impasse for your hate