Lyrics

So you went to private school
Memorized the protocal
Gave some nickels to the poor
Until they tore the Berlin Wall
Then your chips were all cashed in
On the bible that you read
At the Vegas Holiday Inn
The blackjack dealer said

Cheap words like happiness
Will let you down

There was nothing left to say
In the revenge of Kalamazoo
All the alligators proved to you
That all I said was true

And that's why I'm still the king
I bring a sense of attitude/deja vu to all I do...

Who's gonna sing you songs
When you get the V-chip blues?
Just like Nixon at the Alamo
You'll be forced to use