You know there is a place, where you can let the beast inside come out,
and the law says come inside…
Down parallel lines, the ones they draw and re-draw then leave skewed.
Do you know where they lead you?

So those hidden states, will remain their shovels have been stowed.
No one dig when they’re hand fed..
Yet other matters press. The ones that make the papers and TV.
Point to light and raise your fist!

14… States!

Where do you think they all live?  In an ivory tower?
They’re all filthy as me…
Thoughts that drop ‘chads’ center stage.
Rights that breed desire, are getting torn away…
You’re just as filthy as me!

When evil passions rule, they deflect to whom they chose to hate.
So spend your ad dollars well…
In the 14 states, there’s no contact or the sale of flesh,
But their fur suits them just fine!