Woken up early by one of the room cleaners,
with a used, wrinkled rubber dangling from his loose penis.
In a sweaty-shirt, his blurry eyes are red,
his head is hurting, there's a hooker still inside the bed
Mind's blank. He can't count the alcohol he drank,
he hands a huge stack of dollars to the horrid skank.
She puts on her pants, gets sent on her way,
he snorts a line of powder just to start the day.
takes a shower, shaves off the grey, washes his face,
hops into a new suit: What a disgrace!
Puts on his flashy watch worth more than forty grand,
and his twenty four carrat wedding-ring on his hand.
He calls his honey, playing honest man, telling stories
"Work is killing me. Kiss the kiddies for me."
Taxi takes him to work, drops him off on time,
he walks into parliament, feeling God damn fine!
Yeah!
Hand-shaking, making friends
and betraying, straight pretending,
and acting fake and snake resembling,
apple-tasting, satan's in him.
Masterbating in the mirror,
smurking and he's laughing at you
'Cause he's a devil in a suit.
Smiling like a sleasy jerk, he's tired but seems alert.
Why sleep at night if you've got time to sleep at work?
He pretends to listen close of course,
hopes that all the cameras don't catch him dozing off.
He votes for most the laws eyes closed, they don't concern him,
but knows where to vote, for certain, if it fucks with the dough he's earnin'!
His buddies, discretely discuss their secret businesses and exchange disgusting pictures of their recent mistresses.
stacking enormous amounts in all the accounts of his swiss banks.
His wife gives him a kiss, "Thanks hon' you're great!"
He bought her a boat with the paper stolen from the state.
His kids adore him, he's got eight adolescents,
they all horse-ride and all take piano lessons.
His mansion is lovely and it is comfy!
He bought it with the guns sold in african countries. Fuck yeah!
Hand-shaking, making friends
and betraying, straight pretending,
acting fake and snake resembling,
apple-tasting, satan's in him.
Masterbating in the mirror,
smurking and he's laughing at you
'Cause he's a devil in a suit.
Lights, camera, action, you're on.
The bastard's on point with his grammar, his posh accent is strong.
Blush painted on his cheeks, white teeth are showing.
Blah blah blah blah, the guy keeps on going.
Knowing his long rethorical speech is some easy bull,
tell you what you wanna hear, make it believable
People don't understand jack shit nowadays,
and if they do, he don't give a fuck anyways
'cause lying is a business, he mastering the art.
His plans are machiavelic and he's really smart.
His tactics are sharp, damn the man's a witty shark
that got the whole mother fucking globe trapped up in the dark!
He's fooled everyone everywhere he's ever went.
This kind of witty men have got the balls to become president.
One day, he will be, for real B, you'll see.
You'll probably vote for him, but he won't fool me.
Motherfucker
"Nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care.
The table is tilted folks, the game is rigged"
