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s.o.b. - daniel antopolsky lyrics

there’s the pusher who sells poison, s.o.b
there’s the rapist ‘round the corner, s.o.b
there’s the bully who throws around his bulk
may he come in contact with the hulk
after that he’ll be a kinder gentler, s.o.b

there’s the leader who misuses, s.o.b
there’s the driver full of booze, s.o.b
there’s the man who went to spain and he didn’t take a thin’
but the charity collection, s.o.b

therе’s the witness who refusеs, s.o.b
there’s the teacher who abuses, s.o.b
but the biggest of them all blows up the party hall
full of smilin’, happy faces, s.o.b

s.*.b., dirty rotten s.o.b
how we get to be one, there’s no mystery
we’re the one who kicks a dog
we’re the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes
yet we don’t let others see

there’s the vote*riggin’ liar, s.o.b
there’s the murderer for hire, s.o.b
there’s the one who screams so loud, yes, the big mouth of the crowd
incitin’ folks to riot, s.o.b
there’s the dictator that gobbles up liberty, gobble gobble gobble!
if you sell*out your country, you’re an s.o.b
there’s the ‘heaven*selling preacher’ who forgot his humble teacher
don’t send your money to that s.o.b

there’s the hunter who don’t eat what he k!lls
there’s the k!ller who k!lls just for the thrills, yoohoo!
there’s the man who lit the spark and burned the redwoods in the park
in bible talk, “hark!” a dee*double s.*.b., yeah!

s.*.b., double s.o.b
how we get to be one, there’s no mystery
we’re the one who kicks a dog
we’re the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes
yet we don’t let others see

there’s the journalist that would k!ll for a scoop
there’s the guru that’s in it for the loot
there’s the real*estate investor who sold his folks a home out west, sir
that turned out to be some polecats chicken coop

well, a kidnapper nappin’ is an s.*.b., that’s for sure
the creep that steals from grandma is an s.o.b
there’s the doctor with the golden*phone, who leaves you dyin’ all alone
with a heart attack on weekends, s.o.b
the insurance man that won’t pay is an s.o.b
the terrorist that slays is an s.o.b
say that last once again, ‘cause his evil has no end
even his lawyer friend is an s.o.*s.o.b

s.*.b., dirty rotten s.o.b
how we get to be one, there’s no mystery
we’re the one who kicks a dog
we’re the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes
yet we don’t let others see

all tyrants fall to their wicked ways, wicked ways
their mouths are bigger than their heart or brains
they bark commands to the wind and rain
it whoops up storms and hurricanes
they’ll bite the dust, those lousy jerks
when they cross the likes of…
they’ll bite the dust, those lousy jerks
when they cross the likes of sheriff wyatt earp
he’ll plug ‘em good, give ‘em the works with a
“rat*tat*tat*tat*tat*tat! burp! gotcha, you sorry s.*.b.”
ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha, yooh!

- daniel antopolsky lyrics

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