Lyrics Wolf In Sheeps Clothing - Tackhead

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Flaunting 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
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
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