2011/07/13

Shyster - 2011/07/13

I was born without any talent
Though I lack actual scruples
With some marketing materials
My ignorance brings me pupils
So from door to door I travel
Making up the outrageous lies
That are sure to sell my shit
While I look you in your eyes

So what its been a crappy day
I may not have a sold a thing
But when I ring your doorbell
Of your neighbors zeal I sing
If you accept our offer today
We will give you the discount
Even while terms you accepted
You shall struggle to recount

If you decide to cancel later
I will not shed a single tear
Cause I get paid in cold cash
When you sign right down here
Of course when you figure out
My pitch is truly just a scam
I will be ripping off another
While you yell damn damn damn

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