Can't keep gettin' screened by your Thought Police
Can't live my life doin' as you please
Can't have a voice, have a choice!
Won't see your face and ever rejoice
Won't shake your hand in your Rolls-a-Royce
Won't catch the fleas carryin' your disease!
I wore all the suits of your biologies
I bore all the fruits of your theologies
I cooled down the rods of your ecologies
What does it take til you acknowledge these?
Back to the wall, Sham-Maker!
Can't fool us all, Sham-Maker!
Can't beat myself to d**h with a wet rat
Can't live my life watchin' you get fat
Can't sleep, all wet from sour sweat!
Won't just forget you cloaked me in debt
Won't kiss yer a** and that's a threat
Won't lay down flat I ain't your welcome mat!
I taught all the tots your tautologies
I bought all your botched ideologies
I sung to the gods your doxologies
Well, here I come looking for apologies!
Back to the wall, Sham-Maker!
Can't fool us all, Sham-Maker!
(He walks no walks but he talks the talks)
Back to the wall, Sham-Maker!
Can't fool us all, Sham-Maker!