You’ve swapped your heart for a lump of coal

A suitable upgrade

No plastic smile for you, only solid gold will do

Suit of the finest lies

Hand-sewn by the undeserving poor

Shoes of pure broken promises

Buffed up shiny

And pockets full of graft

But the hangman’s tie around your neck

Foreshadows your fate

That girl Karma, she’s a bitch, mate

And she follows, she follows,

You’d better keep running

 

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