No One's Gonna Know

Praise the moral absentee

ho runs a gang of violent thieves

with power many guns retrieve

when shooting for the kill

a new temptation holds you tight

keeps you putting up a fight

a bully underdog could win

with bootstraps pulling up his chin

The only way to climb to the top

is stepping on heads

you're better off dead

you were always worth killing

just a runner for the show

and no one's gonna know

Praise the woman buttered up

your golden apple shut her up

she bats her eyes, now points her toes

perfects the mating ritual

babes are born and she stays by

sings the children lullabies

Knowing when your on the run

Knowing when to hold her tongue

Praise the king on pillow top

who guides the power

from generations of upper stations

hard work makes no new relations

Tristen