Your grace is sufficient
But my behavior is deficient
I’m a rooster with a violent past
And I’m a royal flush pain in the ass
Your mercy is without capacity
But I run a regular risk of blasphemy
There is no such thing as easy money
People think I’m funny but I’m not that funny
Maybe I should have been a mannequin
With perfect hair and plastic skin
Should I leave the meaning of love to the pros
Or just stick to the things that I think I know?
(Donald – all the things
You think you know
You learned them
From the private fools
At the public schools
Who never bothered about
The Golden Rule)
I’m a parrot with a pirate’s mask
And I’m a five star pain in the ass
I’m a contradicting controversy
God have grace
Lord have mercy
Maybe I should have been a pragmatist
To share a last supper then betray with a kiss
Should I leave the meaning of life to the pros
Or just stick to the things that I think I know?
Should I stick to the things that I think I know?
Should I just stick to the things I think I know?
(Maybe I should have drove a garbage truck
But I can’t pick up my trash quite quick enough
Maybe I’m just not good for the pros
And should just stick to the things that I think I know
Yea I’m a rooster with a violent past
And I’m a royal flush pain in the ass
Yea I’m a fighter with a fragile chin
Knocked down again from the punch of my sin
Maybe I should have been a pragmatist
Eat my last supper then betray with a kiss
Leaving the meaning of life to the pros
And just sticking to the things that I think I know …)
