Shafted with the Shod

	went where our dreams craft
	sinking with our sinking pride
	sunken feelings
	sunken hopes
	its a shim-sham sucking big shaft
	everyone runnin for the fun free ride
	what's the leftovers inside

	we're drowning in a empty shitwad
	time to toss soul-sucking cold trash
	we're shafted with the shod
	left with worthless crap and dead cash
	payment from a false neon green god
	whose lights burn feed away bright
	against our souls darker sight

	wake-it-up smell get some life
	yank back talents yield skill
	feelings return
	hopes return
	return devotion of parents, husband, and wife
	by puking out whats made us ill
	we seize strong will

	we're shafted with the shod
	total crap, crud, buying cash
	lets give it all the total thumbs-down nod
	standby cheer-up encore the crash
	echoing down around this shod-a-demigod
	the power flows there
	within our souls love open bare
	to give the shod to the shaft

	 By Mark Borcherding   8-29-1994