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The devil wears a suit and has a thick old wallet
Holds himself higher than the rest of the world
He sits in an office and makes up excuses 
For reasons why others shouldn’t share of the gold

He pulls all the strings and makes the decisions
He alters the rules as he then sees them fit
He scares you with choices, but says for the better
In all honesty, he is nothing, but an educated twit

Alone in his tower, I hope he falls from one day
He’ll never have what we possess, though he desires
But, since he can’t have, he makes our lives hell
And condemns us to his world amidst all the fires

Oh yes, all his minions, those who climb all his ladders
They do all his bidding as their consciences fade
But I, though employed for the need to support family,
Can hold my head high by the choices I made

I will not let devils, in suits, take possession
I will not and can not let them have me 
Though they can fire me, truly, at any moment
They’d be doing me a favor, cause then I’d be free

And to all those devils that tried to then have me
I say, go to hell and take all your minions with you
For all of your power is just worthless dribble-drabble
For my power gets stronger with all that I choose

You see, you’re defeated when my head is held high
Integrity and honesty are two things you can’t own
In fact, you are nothing without all your minions
The kiss ups that don’t know that their lives are gone

So, when you sit back in leather, with some brandy
To think that you’re at the pinnacle of success
Think again, because of those that are like me
We’ll inherit the kingdoms and be the ones blessed

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