Elwood

Holding the devil's hand won't keep you from being burned

And pissing into (wet) concrete won't set my disdain into stone

Bring forth the parade of cowards and turncoats

Each one wearing the hide of the one to their left

Scavengers alike

Vultures waiting at my knees for table scraps

While cooing like infants

There's acid in everything I say

And Steel plate mail around my heart to keep the lone wolves at bay

Be trusting

Just remember those close enough to trust