Who's the Boss?

Joys in sequence so infrequent
I'm wearing sequin stockings

Fill your cup with the blood
Strut forth with the stuff
Make it up as you go
Shopping til you drop to and fro

Bah says black sheep
I'll sell you my wool off me just
Leave what's grown over my eyes

The soul is Black
The heart is Red
When your scalp is White

Unfair days won't soon get better
Shearing the shorn with hands held together
In a corporate cradle that affords to do better

Put the joys in a sequence



Credits
Writer(s): Tavo Carbone
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