Or as Don Henley, lib that he is put it
It was pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
and the land of opportunity
spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year notoriety got all confused with fame
and the devil is downhearted babe, cause
there’s nothing left for him to claim
He said it’s just like home
It’s so low-down I can’t stand it
I guess my work around here has all been done
And the fruit is rotten, the serpent’s eyes shine
as he wraps around the vine,
in the Garden of Allah
Dang! That’s pretty profound.
I thought I was a big fan of Henley and the Eagles. What is the name of that tune?
BTW it fits this situation perfectly.
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