Paroles de Evil Doer

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...