Lyrics

Flaunting his fleece dressed to kill slowly I guess you could call him a wolf in sheeps clothing Midnight searsucker suit under a sheepskin full moon on the shadow A face scarred by a certain sharp deal in that designer thrift shop number A senator a statesman or a shark & smiling candy sweet That glint in his eye like a pimp and if so inclined vote worthy too Chorus From Brooklyn to Britain Moscow to Bonn Sizing up arms deals in the back of a bar From hotels to motels from Kansas to Perth, popcorn hard porn, Donner & Blitzen A sweaty palm greeting for kings & hookers while counting The slums with a real estate vision Caring not in him it's not his style It's home to the wife with the smile of a child Chorus In speeches his words carry a lot of weight Like a man in insurance who beats up his date No plans for the future no thought of the past Life's in his pocket he knows it won't last What a story he can tell Whatever you want he's ready to sell a worm in a three piece in search of a fleece I guess you can call him a wolf in sheeps clothing Chorus