Duck Confit - Citizen Cope

Duck Confit

On the path of the direction of the divine

You’ll find

Vines of women and wine

In search of the gentle and kind

You can get fooled by the root of the mind

Where your strengths lead you

To great lakes of weakness

Where with tyrants you wash your hands

That they stole from the band of chieftains

Where admirers turn guns for hire

They shrug as you become victims of friendly fire

To take a look at all these thieves and liars

And ask is this what for the world was truly desired

Just who broke in the wax museum

And gave these fakes a stage at the Colosseum

They won’t melt under the Hollywood lights

The West Texas Summer sun

Where the pastor is plastic on the podium

Where he smiles with his mouth and not with his eyes

Where you know deep down inside

That something’s not right

Like a man killing the mother of his son

Cleaning his shotgun

I can’t kill the truth of the elephant in the room

I can’t hush the thought cause they sing like a convicts gloom

Where everybody knows but nobody is talkin'

Where crimes of humanity are concealed and condoned

By self preservation and biblical prophecy

Cause it ain’t cool to be you over here

Or over yonder

Currency is a commodity

You pay dearly for your honesty

If the truth sets you free

There’s a mute with the key

And the goose that laid the golden egg

Got cooked for the grease

Duck Confit