the viciousness of the corporate dog-eat-dog world, and the back-stabbing at the heart of what it means to be a successful "businessman."

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to.
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand.
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.

And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner.
And everythings done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.

I keep bouncing from rage to disgust to laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all...

I never thought I would be fighting the Democratic party against itself. Not a candidate vs a candidate but against the actual party.

They have made it all too apparent that if we let them they will continue to take progressive votes for granted.

Well not mine, from now on anyone that wants my vote better damn well work to earn it.

No more freebies from me...