Yellow Twins...

Ink on the fingers, a dime in the hand,
Two paper kings who are ready to fight,
Selling the lies to a gullible land,
Two yellow smiles in the shadows of night.

The presses are moving, the engine is loud,
They paint a new color of terror and dread,
Feeding the hunger of every blind crowd,
Counting the profit on lives of the dead.

Yellow! Yellow! Twins in the wild
They dance on the edge of the knife
Yellow! Yellow! Sins of the child
They trade a dark scandal for life (Oh yeah)

The ship in the harbor went up in the smoke,
One built a castle of silver and stone,
A nation of anger and hatred awoke,
The other was left in the dark all alone.

They scream from the page, they scream from the wall,
Yellow! Yellow! Watch how they grow
The bigger the lie, the harder the fall,
Bathing the world in a sickening glow

Yellow! Yellow! Twins in the wild
They dance on the edge of the knife
Yellow! Yellow! Sins of the child
They trade a dark scandal for life (Oh yeah)
 
The pages are yellow, the ink has gone dry,
But look at the screens that you hold in your hand,
The tales of the brothers are telling a lie,
And two paper kings still rule over the land...