Lyrics

Each passing year your entitlement grows
While insipidity dominates this show
Sales weasels would incur your wrath
But now the weasel stares back out from the looking glass

You used to be subversive now you’re milquetoast at best
Embodying everything you used to detest
A shill of your old self, yeah it’s sad but it’s true
He emails to convey, Mike from Burke hates you