He hides in his suit like a snake in the grass his
sales pitch fork tongue hissed now the wolves wear
their name tags they are hunting in packs herding
their prey up the aisles and back they're smiling
their teeth are showing while the doctors and lawyers
like vultures descend they swoop down to the scene of
the car accident to pick the victims to pieces then
there is the sly fox makes his money telescamming
notch babies he says the end is near buy my policy
I'll make you young again I'll make you young again
take the cash from my hand hear the register sing and
the roar of the lion logo on the screen he's hungry I
should buy some popcorn so I exit the dark feeling
blind in the sun and the bobcats look tired they ate
their fill of asphalt because we need more parking
with so many up at the pulpit rams and bugs the news
cameras capture guerilla warfare eagles into buildings
crash landed despair is all that there is now in a
cubical cage that smells like a rat whose smile gets
bigger along with your debt don't take it personal its
just business