If God Loves A Winner He’s Going To Want To Fuck Me In A Minute (Born To Break Even)

Those who are chosen do not ask why
If  they ask say we don't care
When  you're not here we're glad your there, we've still got our eyes in back
If they ask we didn't ask, we just want our bullets back
We'll stand on line to watch you die
Historically  oppressed
Repeatedly  marginalized made to stand on stupid lines
Back rooms and detention halls
Think  of all the lives you'd save
Your corner offices freshly painted interiors every last one will become your mass graves
Say something anything at all if I was you and I'm glad I'm not all they'd hear is one gun shot
Born to break even
We're  taking over-weak willed
Dedicated sinners
God knows, god loves a good winner