Carrot and Stick

Does he have something to say?
Of course not. He’s just dropping names
Move along, nothing to see
No apologies
Narcissistic con-artist throwing stones in a house of glass
He’s the carrot and the stick
That makes you the ass

Impervious to Murphy’s law
He’s nothing but a jabberjaw
Some would say he’s got it made
Horseshoes and hand grenades
Buckle up I’m heading in
St. Louis is a booby trap

So say a prayer, hold your breath, and dive on in
Lets see what’s left
You have to know that you haven’t seen it all yet

Some people will never say I don’t care