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