
Mrs. Patterson wears pearls to church on Sunday morning
Prays for the poor while her maid scrubs the floor
Her husband's got a mistress in an apartment cross town
But they smile for the camera at the charity ball

The mayor speaks of justice, law and order for all
While his brother runs numbers out the back of his store
They'll lock up some kid for stealing some bread
But the banker who ruined fifty families got a handshake instead

They teach their daughters purity
While their sons learn to take
They preach about morality
But it’s all phoney and fake

Clean hands, dirty hearts
Playing their parts
Behind the white picket fence
The rot and the lies make perfect sense
In polite society

The preacher damns the sinners from his pulpit every week
Got a taste for Vegas girls that nobody will speak
The women's club prays for fallen girls with such concern
Then vote against the shelter where those same girls might turn

They sent my cousin off to war, said it was his duty
Came back in a box with a neatly folded flag
His parents got a medal and a letter signed by someone
Who's never seen a battlefield or held a dying man

They teach their daughters purity
While their sons learn to take
They preach about morality
But it’s all phoney and fake

Clean hands, dirty hearts
Playing their parts
Behind the white picket fence
The rot and the lies make perfect sense
In polite society

Better keep your hands clean…
In polite society 


Polite Society

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots

Approaching Pavonis Mons by Balloon (Utopia Planitia)

Reflektor

Flashbulb Eyes

don't think about Pink Elephant
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