LYRIC FOR SALE

By Forklift_philosopher Records

Chorus :
He was the Baron...
of little old Sarum...
A subtle evil,
the type you can't imagine.
A villain in disguise
the devil in his eyes...
He was the Baron.

Verse 1:
Residing in Philly,
he hustled the city,
ruffled too many feathers
it got real gritty.
Too many loans,
too many foes...
He was the Baron.

mmmmmmm

Verse 2:
Some say he liked to play away,
told me himself “that’s my favourite game.”
Cheating and preaching, oh what a shame,
no remorse for the pain he made.
He was the Baron.

Verse 3:
Smoking cigars outside Jerry’s Bar,
unlicensed cars on a crash with the stars.
He’ll follow you around, blend into the crowd
He was the Baron.

Bridge:
Beard like fine snow,
charm with a tainted glow.
The presence of a man
who always had a plan
He was...
the villainous Baron.

Final Verse:
Cheese steaks on his mind,
dollars in his eyes,
he lost the focus on the prize
that was his demise.
He was the Baron.
“Who was he?”
The villainous Baron.