Letras
Crooked teeth, an ill willing grin
Empty eyes gaze over his chin
Diet of low hanging fruit
Acting like every step he takes is a win
There’s nothing quite strong enough
To pierce through his thick skull
Never learned how to crawl
But he’ll sure tell you how to walk
Head like a thousand needles
Piercing your skin
Suit and a tie crawling out of the bin
He’s a money zombie Frankenstein machine
Walking wherever the moneys made
No matter the ethics, no matter the greed
There’s nothing standing in his way
Moronic morals rott his brain