sleazy bastards

Foy Vance

Please don t take me as I am
I am not a simple man
Most folk can t understand
My candor

I can t help but tell the truth
Even if that means I ll hurt you
I can t bring myself to pander

Most people are just a dose
A dirty shower of sleazy bastards

For instance this man I knew
Swore to me that he would do
What he could to make life easy

Then I caught him hands as red
As his face his blood his head
In the cookie jar and stealing

Turns out he s a pathological
And insidious thieving bastard

These days people aren t something
I recognise
And in their eyes
I can see the truth that s hidden
In behind
The projected plight
Seems the world has descended
Into a shower of fickle bastards

It could be that I am wrong
Perhaps this is just a song
Every line a moment captured

But I am not the man I was
And it s because of sleazy bastards