The crutch is an agent of control.
So here's a shovel dig a six foot hole and climb in
Do your time, make parole.
Get out and find they robbed you blind,
before the body was cold.

The agent is a puppet of the throne.
The crutch of the king is his pile of gold and
the sin lose or win truth be told.
It's a mile high pile of lies the lazy media sold,
to puppet on the road.
Cut the strings will he find his wings and fly home.
Abandon the role, the crutch, the agent, the king and his pile of gold.

Highly illegal naturally
highly illegal your political beliefs
highly illegal hypocrisy lies told to the believers.

The Sheriff’s got his nose in your business
Like a promiscuous woman’s got to find out whose kid this is
Ain’t got no time for a DNA test, The w9 signed best jest with the IRS
Subtracting funds from your pay check

Fools eyes wide look away from this train wreck
Crane your neck you might see the hypocrisy
Fifteen from nobility forty from the peasantry
The blind lead the blind and you sign on the dotted line
grab your shovel and move back jack diamond the bottom of the deck
the end of the line, the edge of the abyss this is solitary time.

Highly illegal naturally
highly illegal your political beliefs
highly illegal hypocrisy lies told to the believers.

Trying to kill a stone with two birds
believe me this rock will die
trying to kill a stone with two birds
I think it’s time I spread my wings

Highly illegal naturally
highly illegal your political beliefs
highly illegal hypocrisy lies told to the believers.