LYRIC FOR SALE

By Pandoras Dog

Let me regale a tale about an angry man
A selfish scoundrel with a selfish plan
He aligned with the cancer, thinking they can
Place him on the pedestal and make him the Man

The cancer was not cancerous enough for him
He wanted more, the original sin
With a need and a greed to feed his selfish kin
Raising him praising him as their kingpin

Breaking away to form a tribe for his people
Based on the theory that not all people are equal
If people were equal the soft willed would have sequels
And people like our man would look back to the prequal

Where a man standing taller and prouder than he
Said if I become them then you must end me
Still our man stands up limp and limp wristed
While raising his arm his hand held all tight fisted

Adorned with a Rolex and Tommy Hilfiger
Our man with a plan, on stage a gunslinger
He shouts and he rants, and poverty lingers
Proudly showing the elders his middle finger

While young males fail and hope lies in ashes
"I'm one of you" he declares to the masses
With glassy eyes behind dark glasses
The Johhny Blue still stinking his ass off

He calls his people fighters for freedom
Born Frees must need a reason to need him
Born free in name he reminds them their shame
By placing the blame on the same old blame game

The state of the nation is a state of disaster
Literally a joke but not worth the laughter
As our man holds onto his dream of godhood
He'll take us down with him if he could

So here's a message from me and my Crew
Hey Julius... EFF YOU!