(r)
mr. yin
strong chiseled chin
i could do well without you
blue power suit
bed stuffed with loot
in the form of stock options
preach on god
yet don’t find it odd
you dismiss his every desire
grip the trigger
you hate every “nigger”
and serve a solitary master
corrupt to the core
low-maintenance whore
for sale to the highest bidder
[ 2002 ]
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(l)
mr. yang
hand on your wang
the other in my wallet
swapped tie-dye
a gleam in your eye
for a jacket with elbow patches
preach compassion
but after a fashion
you’re a hypocrite in ev’ry virtue
fist with a tassel
too much the hassle
to open your true mind’s eye
corrupt to the core
low-maintenance whore
for sale to the highest bidder
(coda)
so is it yin
or is it yan?
is it yang
or is it ying?
makes no difference
and that’s the thing
we’re screwed either way
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