Letra de Evil Doer
Multinational ruler Got no class, got no style Calling me Evil Doer While committing the crimeMind destroyed by TV-show suppliers Runs on cyberboobs and self denial Left the common sense for trust in scienceThe one that does not suit their plans: Remove her Brainwashed by commercial mind controller Wipe your nose, the winds of change blows colderLeft with two choices It ain't silver or gold Here's a dish of their droppings Have it warm, have it coldMultinational ruler...