Back in the day when I fancied myself to be a bit of a poet and lyricist I wrote this one and was fortunate enough to have the band Maniacal Rage record it. Sadly the band broke up do to infighting just as they were gaining some traction.
The attached video was the result of a little basic editing fun one night.
Home of the Knave
lost in the shuffle of some dirty downtown street
random tales of misery with the agony of defeat
the masses just some entangled beast
guides their lives where is the release
you got a quarter begs a gutter thief
drug crazed whore come on baby it's my treat
lunatics preaching of impending reprieve
but they are all just fools for that old time religious disease
pushers are catching our young by the throat
and nobody rules the anarchists boast
victims are sought out by a murderous few
anywhere is fine for the rapist and you
mugger's knife steady the old plea for more life
punkers gone crazy hide out in plain sight
metalists screaming that satan's all right
tripping over the homeless as they bed down for the night
I'm just a witness to this mad masquerade
edge of insanity a foolish display
is this the land of the free and the brave
or has corruption made us a slave
goodbye America
now home of the knave
Music by Maniacal Rage 1992
