Ant Smith

Political

Trust me

You cannot trust celebrities they live to fuck the youth

You cannot trust a fashion king who flaunts his birthday suit

You cannot trust a priapic in a barrel of prostitutes

You cannot trust Samaritans or the good they claim they do

You cannot trust the printer's ink it rubs off on to you

You cannot trust a big loudmouth in a world that whispers truths

You cannot trust a pleasure to keep you in the pink

You cannot trust a lunatic to tell you what he thinks

You cannot trust the word of god for words are empty things

You cannot trust the air you breathe or water that you drink

You cannot trust your memories they're vagrants from the brink

You cannot trust your senses when everything just stinks

But you can trust that soon enough you'll come to trust too much

For you can only trust good folk when they've turned to dust

Political