Paging Doctor Sleazeball

Hey Doctor Sleazeball
Saw how they idolized you in the press
Pretended you were some kind of medical saint
That's ended, now some do suspect maybe you ain't
What's that, a theory about a lab and a leak ?
Possibly you profited from this mess?
Like a super virus and you a super freak
Hey Doctor Sleazeball stop the presses
Out here we have our little guesses,
What is really at the root of all the death ?
Oh hold on now, I will die too
Expect truth from you ? that's cute, won't hold my breath
Perhaps dear old Lampshade or Mad Hyena
Will be so kind as to let the rest of us know
What is behind that curtain, with sins as white as snow ?
Well now, nothing is certain, rise too high, take the fall
How they idolized you in the press, Doctor Sleazeball




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Written on 2021-06-12 at 20:42

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