Shootout at the Not OK Corral

 

Shootout at the Not OK Corral

 

Rumors flying, much denying,

Disciples on both sides buying.

Neither of them much on slying,

Neither of them can stop crying.

 

Accusations spread galore,

Who can guess what’s next in store?

High school hijinks, such a snore,

Too much power to ignore.

 

The kiddie games,

The calling names,

The big fallout,

A crying shame.

The messy mess

That it’s became,

On opposed sides

Both the same.

 

Text and text and text and next,

Which one has the biggest flex?

All this noise just for effect,

All this noise is all project.

 

The kiddie games,

The calling names,

The big fallout,

A crying shame.

The messy mess

That it’s became,

On opposed sides

Both the same.

 

Both are right,

Both are wrong.

Both exposed

Within this song.

Both propped up

By money strong,

Both up high,

Neither belong.

 

The big train that’s losing steam,

The other lost in ketamine.

Both wander distorted dream,

Everything is as it seems.

 

The kiddie games,

The calling names,

The big fallout,

A crying shame.

The messy mess

That it’s became,

On opposed sides

Both the same.

 

Hacking at each other’s shins,

Each is claiming worded wins.

Neither knows where sense begins,

Isn’t your patience wearing thin?

 

The kiddie games,

The calling names,

The big fallout,

A crying shame.

The messy mess

That it’s became,

On opposed sides

Both the same.

 

Cliff Lake 6/6/2025

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