One Outnumbered
PARSONS, VICTOR
What a crying shame talk about pass the buck
No thought of a change go out
And get your gun thought we've had out fill of that
They've had enough all of those with good will let the rest
Run amok they won't come clean so
We're bound to lose don't even have
A clue no respect for you dignity
For whom one more outnumbered bleeding hearts
That humble to find some shelter from a bloody
Shower another cause to blame another soul to judge