I like the photo that hangs on your wall
The magazine cover, the coat in your hall
I like your bedrooms, your kitchen, your car
My respect for you though it's not very large
Bought, changed, traded and sold
No one who worked for you ever grew old

I admire your progress, I admire your style
but the conscience has never matched your smile
Always a victory and always a score
any jealousy that I had is not anymore
Bought, changed, traded and sold
No one who worked for you ever grew old
No one who worked for you ever grew old

I look on your motives, with only contempt
All you ever had was heaven sent
Issue a paper on lies, read by the people you despise
Bought, changed, traded and sold
No one who worked for you ever grew old

Motto is 'Big and small people fall'....