Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Lyrics by TackheadFlaunting his fleece dressed to kill slowly,I guess you could call him a wolf in sheeps clothing. Midnight searsucker suit under a sheepskin full moon on the shadow, a face scarred by a certain sharp deal in that designer thrift shop number, a senator a statesman or a shark & smiling candy sweet, that glint in his eye like a pimp and if so inclined vote worthy too. Chorus From Brooklyn to Britain, Moscow to Bonn, sizing up arms deals in the back of a bar, from hotels to motels from Kansas to Perth, popcorn hard porn, Donner & Blitzen A sweaty palm greeting for kings & hookers while counting, the slums with a real estate vision, caring not in him it's not his style, it's home to the wife with the smile of a child. Chorus In speeches his words carry a lot of weight, like a man in insurance who beats up his date, no plans for the future no thought of the past, life's in his pocket he knows it won't last, what a story he can tell, whatever you want he's ready to sell a worm in a three piece in search of a fleece, I guess you can call him a wolf in sheeps clothing. Chorus PUT THESE LYRICS ON YOUR BLOG OR MYSPACE PROFILE! Copy this code and paste it in your website.
This is what it will look like. Neat, eh? Tackhead - Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Lyrics
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