Crooked Pantsuit Sasquatch
I made this song by Molly Lewis more petty and mean:
https://youtu.be/Pb8_uPWhCng
Carry on with your fraudulent business
There is nothing to see
You must be pretty desperate if you've come out lookinâ for me
You regret how we parted
That is well understood
Now, please leave me to sip on my crooked wine & to wander the failing woods
Didn't I go where you sent me?
Didn't I meet your stupid demands?
Didn't I answer your incompetent questions?
Didn't I shake all your disloyal hands?
Didn't I do the best I can?
Wasn't I better than any foolish man?
Wasn't I cool & collected when all of the negative shit hit the shithole fan?
Wasn't I cool?
Wasn't I?
You ask how I am doing
I assure you I'm fine
Just another bad man helping himself to what's rightfully mine
Did you say I look tired?
I'm not tired at all
I was trying to shatter an unpopular ceiling while he built a nasty & contentious wall
Didn't I check all the dumb as a rock boxes?
Didn't I follow routine?
Didn't I travel the high road?
Never was petty or mean?
And did I run a clean campaign?
Did I inform and entertain?
Did I let down my crumbling guard âcause my now disgraced rival had half of a very Low IQ brain?
Did I let down?
Didn't I?
All my ineffective credentials didn't matter
All my failed service & nobody cares
They tried to purchase the ugly world on a filthy platter
Phoned in some corrupt favors and now it is theirs
You know it brings me no angry joy
To see you in this criminal hole
So much the vicious man will destroy
Just to feel in amateur control
So goodbye
Look out below, Iâm going high
I know you want your sloppy closure
'Cause the unhinged future's unclear
I feel no very unhelpful obligation to tell you what you want to hear
Would you like me to save you?
Would you like me to quit?
Or would you prefer it if I taught myself how to knit?
Couldnât you mind your own business?
Couldnât you just leave me be?
You brought this all on yourselves, gang
Donât try to pin it on me
Couldnât I peacefully retire
Into the clueless hills I so admire?
Couldnât I serve up the nasty tea while he sets the whole party on savage fire
Couldnât I serve?
Couldn't I?
And when they write this totally corrupt and/â or conflicted history,
I'll take the moral victory
Wasn't I right at the disgusting center of all that this sick country could be?
Wasn't I right?
Wasn't I?






