| A trick of heredity, a zipcode, a last name
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| A cell deforming, a businessman’s handshake
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| His waning ardor needs blood to metastasize
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| I decide who lives and who dies!
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| Water as commodity, all is comedy
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| Acts of God, acts of the purse-milking apostles
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| Pulling yourself up by your boot straps is impossible
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| I decide who lives and who dies!
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| The flea, the fetid pool, the sink hole
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| The asshole, who thinks he thinks, he thinks he knows all answers
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| Wrath for sale and it is always Christmas
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| I decide who lives and who dies!
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| Emergency manager, an angry ex-husband
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| Late with his payments and needs to cut costs
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| Inept gov hacks pump poison through pipes, a rising tide
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| I decide who lives and who dies!
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| Wheel of Fortune, wealth of nations
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| Chance of winning with proof of purchase
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| Chances are better with documentation
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| Pull your ticket, stand in line
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| Don’t trust those that line up behind you
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| While you’re waiting, stare a hole in
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| The back that’s in front of you
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| Your time is coming, that is our promise
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| If you’re not around, your children will do
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| Roll me over, tender cousin
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| Open up my face to see the gears
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| The inner workings, forever turnin'
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| Hands upon the wheel, busy hands in action, hands in motion
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| Hands upon lovers, hands pulling levers
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| Hands upon rigging, hands around throats
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| Hands around their own throats, hands around their own throats
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| A pharmaceutical mistake, a bluebird through a windowpane
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| A useful idiot trying to suckle his pride
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| Something growing deep on the inside
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| I decide who lives and who dies!
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| A man with a gun and a deluded sense of purpose
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| A good guy with a gun who missed
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| A police state desperate to reach quota
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| The insurance company’s ad budget went over
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| I decide who lives and who dies!
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| See it turning, turning, turning
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| If you ever smile on me, please let it be now
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| I wonder if you’ll fool me this time |