Chill Bump
Devil in a Suit
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..."