A Spot in the Shade

Inside the wire, it's fear that drives The policy's point Our spot in the shade is to the exclusion Of towel-heads, slopes, sub-humans The colonial dream When breached, it's the standard reaction Your face is screwed up like a cat's ass on display Too close to endure Yet can't tolerate Maybe just to use Who blends, we'll determine Gifts from the throne There can be no incursion, no incursion No opportunity to walk the same terrain Too close to endure Yet can't tolerate Maybe just to use Too close to endure