Don't you dare fool me, don't you even try
This glass house you live in was built on a lie
Yeah, I'm looking through you, I see your old bones
Every new generation has a new pile of stones
He's a horny little straw man with a tiny lizard brain
Your Lord and savior's gonna send him to the flame
The devil's in the details but don't you look too close
He's made in your image, the body and host
You set the bar lower every time you talk
Logic is futile and the misfits you mock
Every generation thinks it's the best
But when you're old and frail, you're ruled by the rest
Soon you'll be in a box being shoved in the ground
And I'll be there with a shovel digging the first round
And as for your straw man, his time will come
Because wealth cannot save you from being deaf, blind, and dumb