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Flaunting his fleece dressed to kill slowly, I guess you could call him a wolf in sheeps clothing. Midnight searsucker suit under a sheepskin full moon on the shadow, A face scarred by a certain sharp deal in that designer thrift shop number, A senator a statesman or a shark & smiling candy sweet, That glint in his eye like a pimp and if so inclined vote worthy too. Chorus From Brooklyn to Britain, Moscow to Bonn, |
Sizing up arms deals in the back of a bar, From hotels to motels from Kansas to Perth, popcorn hard porn, Donner & Blitzen A sweaty palm greeting for kings & hookers while counting, The slums with a real estate vision, Caring not in him it's not his style, It's home to the wife with the smile of a child. Chorus In speeches his words carry a lot of weight, |
Like a man in insurance who beats up his date, No plans for the future no thought of the past, Life's in his pocket he knows it won't last, What a story he can tell, Whatever you want he's ready to sell a worm in a three piece in search of a fleece, I guess you can call him a wolf in sheeps clothing. Chorus |
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