It's a con man
With a small c
Armed with a masterplan
There's no such thing as society
Keep your nose clean
Keep your eyes peeled
Slip out of the streets
Into the fields of wheat
Roy Melville Wiggins
Takes his seat
A place reserved
Before his birth
No need to question
Just repeat
The well deserved
Assumed self worth
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Hearts turn hard
Heads gone soft
Lets sail away at any cost
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Who brought the map?
Oh Roy shut yer trap
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC
It's a con man
With a small c
Armed with a masterplan
There's no such thing as society
Keep your nose clean
Keep your eyes peeled
Slip out of the streets
Into the fields of wheat
Roy Melville Wiggins
Takes his seat
A place reserved
Before his birth
No need to question
Just repeat
The well deserved
Assumed self worth
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Hearts turn hard
Heads gone soft
Lets sail away at any cost
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Who brought the map?
Oh Roy shut yer trap
On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
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