Multinational ruler
Got no class, got no style
Calling me Evil Doer
While committing the crime
Mind destroyed by TV-show suppliers
Runs on cyberboobs and self denial
Left the common sense for trust in science
The one that does not suit their plans: Remove her
Brainwashed by commercial mind controller
Wipe your nose, the winds of change blows colder
Left with two choices
It aint silver or gold
Heres a dish of their droppings
Have it warm, have it cold
Multinational ruler
Got no class, got no style
Calling me Evil Doer
While committing the crime
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
