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lyrics
By the time you hear this, I will already be gone
With a cloud of perseverance
Drifting downward to the lawn
If I hold my up too high everybody’s gonna scoff
But I’ve got my bullshit meter and that fucker’s going off
You can try another sly move
Eyes up, angled to the sky
All the filler in your villa willing out another lie
Get a record of effect, overcorrect and then you crash
Rebuild the wreck into a second wreck
A flaming pile of cash
Here come ol’ flat top, here
Here come ol’ flat top, flat top
Here come ol’ flat top, he come
Maybe there’s a soul in there that’s trying to escape
But I’d make a bet it came and went
And left your mouth agape
Every time you take the stand
And you unhinge your jaw to speak
All the junk that clunks the podium comes crashing over me
I don’t understand the mental image of your obelisk
If your monument to arrogance comes with an asterisk
You will never be clever, forever weathering lies
Until your final endeavor forever severs your ties
Now, in the words of one of the greats
What we all love about you is you’re easy to hate
You’ll be left as a monarch in a kingdom of rust
As your legacy quickly blows away with the dust
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