Bullshitsky Boulevard

Take a walk down Bullshitsky Boulevard
Where you can buy a pack of lies.
Take a walk down Bullshitsky Boulevard
Where even masks are disguised.
Take a walk down Bullshitsky Boulevard
Where you don’t need no alibis.

Hustlers hustling by your purse;
Grafters grafting in your mind;
Liars swearing at a curse;
Stoners tripping up the blind.

There’s a beard covering a sinner.
There’s a tear hiding a whore.
There’s a loser say’s he’s a winner.
There’s a bourgeois who says he’s poor.

A good cop will pick your pocket.
A fireman will light a match.
A scientist will blow his rocket.
A pirate will sell his patch.

With your eyes you see skin deep.
With your ears you hear the noise.
You can buy talk that is cheap.
You can sell your latest ploys.

Ignorant teachers run the schools.
Illiterate authors write the books.
The wizened ones here are fools.
And the queens are switched for rooks.

A supreme judge bribes a thief.
A gory guru washes your brain.
A sane saint laughs in disbelief.
A stormy cloud shrinks in the rain

Near the lamppost there’s laughter at bad humor.
Leaning on the fire hydrant is a false mustache.
Growing near the tree is a malignant tumor.
Scratching on the sidewalk is a rust rash.

You can give this piece of bee ess a rave review
‘Cause you are walking down Bullshitsky Avenue

(This is a song I'm working on; please let me know what you think.)