neon imposter - Thank God That Man's Dead

I remember clearly now the deaths of three men
They forfeit life and love
The first had wealth at ruthless cost
And so was lost
And when he died they said, Thank God that man's dead
He was none too kind, had the miser's mine
Ooh, what to do
All is lost
Raise your head
Plant your feet in the ground
Taking his place atop it all
He's ripe for the fallout he caused
He possessed the knowledge
To warp and buy, seduce and bribe
And when he died the very nation rang with praise
He was a thorn in our side
That fresh young face
Ooh, what to do
All is lost
Raise your head
Plant your feet in the ground
Taking center stage
Cloaked in virtue
But vice has the fresh young face

Written by:
David Arnold

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