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