War Heads Deca

[Intro]
As he stood on a hill
He saw the great serpent weaving its dusty coils far below
Notched an arrow, drew his bow, and let fly

[Verse 1]
Boss's son
Silver platter and a college fund
Throws rocks and calls the cops to come
All that venom that'll rot your gums
On the search for an edgewise word and at a loss for one
Since we first stretched skins over hollow drums
Men have quarreled over spilled goats milk and piles of crumbs
Some keep a fortified base to launch rockets from
Address it in the flesh, cat's got their tongue
Set your pack down, dust off your soul
We shoulder more baggage than a muskox can pull
On the road I mistook the outer husk for the whole
Led astray as a circus of subplots unfold
The molehills of pharaohs and kings are perilous things
With mandates enforced by the sheriff's regime
While Pavlov's cogs stare at a screen
Our downfall was foretold on the patterns of a seraphim's wings
American dreams, bones for the buzzards to peck
Keep machine gears greased with your blood and your sweat
You load sixteen tons, what do ya get?
What you'd expect, stuck in debt up to your neck