Cool Hand

Standing on the conquered land Dust where the column stands Where atoms turned rocks into sand Where scrolls rewritten And the gold goes missing Locks on the fort knox Get popped off quicker Then bras in the Guinness What an odd skill From the palm kill Blood spill on the high hill For the paper Roman gladiators Total bally fit We control the haters Burn the pages So they never no the way Cut it from the root Then hide it in plain view It's gems in the tomb It's propaganda in the cartoons While war looms Dr. Seuss for the youth Keep em glued to the tube Golden rule Give em two sides to choose And who live and who die Is who sides with truth The winners sip the fruit Configure the institute Give us high praise When you see us you salute!