Hung Up Down (The Family)

What the hell bad eggs don't smell When glossed with sleek perfume So who's to cry, the politicians' lie When they know damn well that they do Maybe they're hung up down next stop They'll maybe turn around Every other way, every other way than I want them to be Is it so sad when men turn bad To rob and steal from friends While men who count large bank amount Make wars for their own ends {REPEAT CHORUS} The grossest spew of World War Two Turns some men inside out But make them ride with coal black hides They're not so pure throughout {REPEAT CHORUS}