Wheel of Fortune - Protomartyr, Kelley Deal

A trick of heredity, a zipcode, a last name

A cell deforming, a businessman’s handshake

His waning ardor needs blood to metastasize

I decide who lives and who dies!

Water as commodity, all is comedy

Acts of God, acts of the purse-milking apostles

Pulling yourself up by your boot straps is impossible

I decide who lives and who dies!

The flea, the fetid pool, the sink hole

The asshole, who thinks he thinks, he thinks he knows all answers

Wrath for sale and it is always Christmas

I decide who lives and who dies!

Emergency manager, an angry ex-husband

Late with his payments and needs to cut costs

Inept gov hacks pump poison through pipes, a rising tide

I decide who lives and who dies!

Wheel of Fortune, wealth of nations

Chance of winning with proof of purchase

Chances are better with documentation

Pull your ticket, stand in line

Don’t trust those that line up behind you

While you’re waiting, stare a hole in

The back that’s in front of you

Your time is coming, that is our promise

If you’re not around, your children will do

Roll me over, tender cousin

Open up my face to see the gears

The inner workings, forever turnin'

Hands upon the wheel, busy hands in action, hands in motion

Hands upon lovers, hands pulling levers

Hands upon rigging, hands around throats

Hands around their own throats, hands around their own throats

A pharmaceutical mistake, a bluebird through a windowpane

A useful idiot trying to suckle his pride

Something growing deep on the inside

I decide who lives and who dies!

A man with a gun and a deluded sense of purpose

A good guy with a gun who missed

A police state desperate to reach quota

The insurance company’s ad budget went over

I decide who lives and who dies!

See it turning, turning, turning

If you ever smile on me, please let it be now

I wonder if you’ll fool me this time