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Promises contracted to get the deal
Over a barrel when truth is revealed

Trusted chain that’s strong as its weakest link
Just grab the money and watch while we sink

Honor a word that has no reference
Just coyly soothe without any conscience

Stuck here now between sharp rock and hard place
How low some will go as money they chase

Take a zen moment to still racing heart
Accept twisted terms or return to start

Wheels are in motion no rosy outlook
Hate getting in bed with conniving crooks

Shaft is in all the way, up to the hilt
Conveniently I am wearing a kilt