The Dude Abides

Right. There ain't no fucking rainbow in sight. Hold on to your carnal walls while the ambulance drives by saving someone you once didn't take the time to not know. You look at me as an angry man and believe to yourself I got dealt a shitty hand. I run all day and I run all night and I'll never see what Oprah had to say.
You fell in love with her while she turns tricks for dope and will later relinquish herself to you because she has no place to sleep. She will cry and you will hide her. I wrestle in silent anger while she strenuously denies allegations. You're buying what she's selling. Ironic how this works.
Tomorrow will come on through. She will talk square only to steal from you wallet. She'll never change. Leave it to the U.S.A. to wreck her. His power is what's happening while he takes her off in his Lexus. The victim's families will comfort him while she breaks the nose of respect.
They lead the timid legions of which shall crumble. They lead the multitudes to the palace, where the two will fuck before God. She will moan out of a desire for more dope and he will fuck her the way he yearns to be fucked by his father. The father who enabled him. The father who kept him out of trouble. He will hate her for not being what he wants, but being what makes sense for him to want.
The two will provoke the masses to fuck before God. The two will profit. The two will crown themselves as enlighteners. They will whore eachother out for more.
God will forgive. I will not and it's a sin.