Into your lair I step in
From behind your desk you grin,
"Got any extra income?"
"No I wish I had some"
Soon like an egg I'll crack
Victimise me you like your dad
You think you're Jack the Lad
Or part of the bric a brac
Stare at me thro' a microscope
My place of birth?
Well that's a joke
Inspire me to despise you
Terrors in me you invoke
Don't get too close or too involved
It was my soul you tried to rob
Or are you just doing your job
Writer(s): Babar Luck, Al Farabi Muhammad Rumjen, Nicholas Maurice Smith, Roger Manfred Hands
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