Duck Confit On the path of the direction of the divine You'll find Vines of women and wine In search of the gentle and kind You can get fooled by the root of the mind Where your strengths lead you To great lakes of weakness Where with tyrants you wash your hands That they stole from the band of chieftains Where admirers turn guns for hire They shrug as you become victims of friendly fire To take a look at all these thieves and liars And ask is this what for the world was truly desired Just who broke in the wax museum And gave these fakes a stage at the Colosseum They won't melt under the Hollywood lights The West Texas Summer sun Where the pastor is plastic on the podium Where he smiles with his mouth and not with his eyes Where you know deep down inside That something's not right Like a man killing the mother of his son Cleaning his shotgun I can't kill the truth of the elephant in the room I can't hush the thought cause they sing like a convict's gloom Where everybody knows but nobody is talkin' Where crimes of humanity are concealed and condoned By self preservation and biblical prophecy Cause it ain't cool to be you over here Or over yonder Currency's a commodity You pay dearly for your honesty If the truth sets you free There's a mute with the key And the goose that lays the golden egg Got cooked for the grease Duck Confit