There’s lots of sense
Keepin’ things as they are —
With the Swiss accounts
Burstin’ boullion bars.
Scam after scam,
You’ve seen ’em all
But if you dropped this monster
Shock’d be who’d fall.
The young get stung
By the power and pace,
While some greasy shark’s
Twistin’ bibles in your face.
You’re nitpickin’ details
And playin’ the cynic,
But there’d be no glamor
Getting off at the clinic.
Janus, the «Victimizer»,
You two-faced illegalizer.
Your small Frankensteins
Cross datelines.
What you hold dear
Is fear.
The front page pop
Makes for good P.R.