The powers that be

The powers that be
They like a tough game
No rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be free
They're the powers that be
They like a bomb proof cadillac

Air conditioned, gold taps,
Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps
They pick horses for courses
They're the market forces
Nice car Jack
They like order, make-up, lime light power
Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV
They're the powers that be
If you see them come,
You better run - run
You better run on home

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home

You better run - run
You better run on home

The powers that be
They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing
And blacked-out vans
Blacked-out vans, contingency plans
They like death or glory, they love a good story
They love a good story

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before it's too late
You better run - run
You better run on home

Billy: Goodnight, Kim.
Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!

The canyon - daytime.
Billy plays with
Great Uncle
David's Great Dane.

Paraquat Kelly:
Bull heads, three red snapper,
one pink snapper and your pacific coastal
trench hosemonster fish.

Cynthia Fox: Ohhh!
At Sky David's juke joint
of joy reports,
forty under the console giggle stick link cod
twenty-three purple perches four
sledgehammerhead sharks
And what a surprise,
eightyfour crabs
And no red snappers.

Paraquat Kelly:
Hey and that'll do
for the triumphant return of the fish report with a beat.

Jim:
We think of it as mainstreet
But to the rest of the country
It's Sunset Strip.
You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.