Chill Bump - Devil in a Suit lyrics

Woken up early by one of the room cleaners
With a used
Wrinkled rubber dangling from his loose penis
In a sweaty-shirt, his blurry eyes are red
His head is hurting
There's a hooker still inside the bed
Mind's blank he can't count
The alcohol he drank
He hands a huge stack of
Dollars to the horrid skank
She puts on her pants, gets sent on her way
He snorts a line of powder
Just to start the day
Takes a shower, shaves off the grey
Washes his face
Hops into a new suit: What a disgrace!
Puts on his flashy watch worth
More than forty grand
And his twenty four carrat
Wedding-ring on his hand
He calls his honey, playing honest man
Telling stories
"Work is killing me kiss the kiddies for me"
Taxi takes him to work, drops him off on time
He walks into parliament
Feeling God damn fine! Yeah!

Hand-shaking, making friends
And betraying, straight pretending
Acting fake and snake resembling
Apple tasting, satan's in him
Masterbating in the mirror
Smurking and he's laughing at you
'Cause he's a devil in a suit

Smiling like a sleasy jerk
He's tired but seems alert
Why sleep at night if you've got
Time to sleep at work?
He pretends to listen close of course
Hopes that all the cameras don't
Catch him dozing off
He votes for most the laws eyes closed
They don't concern him
But knows where to vote, for certain
If it fucks with the dough he's earnin'!
His buddies, discretely discuss their secret
Businesses and exchange
Disgusting pictures of their
Recent mistresses his wickedness consists of
Robbing rich skanks
Stacking enormous amounts in all the
Accounts of his swiss banks
His wife gives him a kiss
"Thanks hon' you're great!"
He bought her a boat with the
Paper stolen from the state
His kids adore him
He's got eight adolescents
They all horse-ride and all
Take piano lessons
His mansion is lovely and it is comfy!
He bought it with the guns sold
In african countries fuck yeah!

Hand-shaking, making friends
And betraying, straight pretending
Acting fake and snake resembling
Apple tasting, satan's in him
Masterbating in the mirror
Smurking and he's laughing at you
'Cause he's a devil in a suit

Lights, camera, action, you're on
The bastard's on point with his grammar
His posh accent is strong
Blush painted on his cheeks
White teeth are showing
Blah blah blah blah, the guy keeps on going
Knowing his long rethorical speech
Is some easy bull
Tell you what you wanna hear
Make it believable
People don't understand jack shit nowadays
And if they do, he don't give a fuck anyways
'cause lying is a business
He mastering the art
His plans are machiavelic and
He's really smart his tactics are sharp
Damn the man's a witty shark
That got the whole mother fucking globe
Trapped up in the dark!
He's fooled everyone everywhere
He's ever went
This kind of witty men have got
The balls to become president
One day, he will be, for real B, you'll see
You'll probably vote for him
But he won't fool me motherfucker

"Nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care
The table is tilted folks
The game is rigged"