Donkey Show - The Expendables

At ten AM on the weeks end

The cattle come and dig in

To tread on everybody that gets in their way

A donkey show at an all time low

We watch them rot

Can they be saved?

Ignorance can’t hide the pain

Drinking beer and talking shit

Showing off to bigger idiots

Each decade there’s a brand new breed

Of tattoo toe-heads, junk-sick hopeless

Just like the others, they will never be free

A public prison that they binge in

Self-proclaimed kings of their castle

Protecting fake territories

They don’t see

The result of their decay

Throwing life away

Glad it ain’t me

Swinging fists then swinging hammers

Crying out for any answer