Your votes go

To him who

Made it look

As shiny as his teeth

Don't waste

All your good time

By reading the

Small-print underneath



The nice guys

The bad dudes

Two horsemen

Or three -

Or were they more?

How ever

I long for the crown

And the princess I adore



Grit your teeth

I'll face the problem

By the root

Grit your teeth

Trust me it's only

For your good



If there's no agreement

I throw some sticky

Sludge and dirt

In any direction -

No matter if

Anybody's hurt



Some fellows

Took notice

They've got

A clue of how it ran

I know how to fool them

Again, again, again...