Fifty-fifty (Discordia's Song No.2)

It's not the life that gets you
It's just really hard to tell
How all those stories that they sell you
Seem to suit us oh so well
And when the hero's left in ashes
And the villain of the piece
Can make away with all her booty
To the sunny shores of Greece
Well if it turned out fifty-fifty
There'd be justice done at least

chorus

Fifty-fifty extra nifty
This world's not fair
We've debauched and depraved her
Even-steven who do you believe in?
Why shouldn't things be unfair
In my favor?

But the good guys always triumph
And the bad guys always fail
And half of us get prison
While the rest of us post bail
If it would turn out even-steven
That would balance out the scales

chorus x2