Whitewash

 
Screw this circus
I'm checking out  
I'm already gone
 
Like a gunslinger's last shot
I put my smoking pistol back in its holster
but you were too late to smell the cordite
 
As long as you have someone  
to pay your bills
then that's all that matters to you  
You only care
what other people think
about what you're doing
 
Everything we once cherished
you have lost  
behind jokescreens of pretence
It's always business as usual at all costs  
The happyapple cart must not be rocked
 
And even when your heart's  
hanging barewired out of your chest
you just wanna throw  
a bucket of whitewash  
over the world
and pretend