My line falls out tempting providence One more dime spent on the fence As you mourn the wretch of innocence lost True lies and surrogates Room, board and benefits Boardrooms make breeding grounds For selfish bastards anyhow And the grace that we really live for Are the sacrifices made Protracted and betrayed Enough to suffer How many rats will tip the scales Of failing finance How many brave and able men will be lost at sea Who dares to complicate And the retaliate Renouncing tolerance of everything they see Follow like sheep A face in the crowd A good team player Give me blood Give me truth Its what we came for The frayed myth of enlightenment Is a supposition If you believe Smith wrote anything but fiction