Letra de 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 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 its too late
you better run - run
you better run on home
billy: goodnight, jim.
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 ling 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.