Down at the NWO

Platinum haired hussies extrude the news
Beautiful faces sculptured over ugly souls
Fair and balanced red clad leggy whores
Stiletto heels and quick beaver shots
How they blossom in front of the cameras
And what goes on behind closed doors

Uncle Sam, well he got laid off
His top hat and snazzy suit they sent
Far south of the Mexican border
Lady Liberty is now in hock
She pawned her crown and torch
Down at the New World Order

Elected leaders are now selling souls
Already they've sold too many lives and dreams
For thirty pieces of silver, without the guilt
Awaiting personalized saviors and paradise
Fatted cows fit for the slaughter
Trapped inside the walls they built