[Survival Of The Fittest / It's A Jungle Out There]
He hides in his suit like
Like a snake in the grass
His sales-pitch-fork-tongue-hissed
The Wolves wear their names tags, they are hunting in packs
Herding their prey up the aisles & back
They're smiling
Their teeth are showing
While the Doctors & Lawers like Vultures descend
Swoop down to the scene of the car accident
To pick the
Victims to pieces
Then there's the sly
Silver Fox makes his money
Tele-scamming 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
Cos we need more parking
With so many up at the pulpit Rams & Bugs
The news cameras capture Guerilla warfare
Eagles into building 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 personnal
It's just business
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