From the Garden of Allah
Don Henley
Today I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, because I say I am.
And I said gentlemen, and I use that world loosely,
I will testify for you. I?m a gun for hire,I?m a saint, I?m a liar; Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just data to be manipulated.
I can get you any result you like.
What?s it worth to you?
Because there is no wrong, there is no right,
And I sleep very well at night.
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution.
Just people selling t-shirts.
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus.
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
