POSER
Nate Boots

Aw, you’re such a poser and a thief
But somehow you conned my baby into believing
In your bells and whistles and your idols false
Strike up the band—it’s a Swindler’s Waltz

Fancy hat and glasses—you’re wearing brand-new, scuffed-up boots
Strutting peacock feathers gaudy green and blue
Waving your new state flag, you roll into town
Well, I’m burning up and wanna bring you down

You’re going down, you’re going down
If what goes around comes back around
You’re going down, you’re goin’ down
I’ll put you six feet deep in the cold, cold ground

Aw, you don your sheepskin, head into the night
Your cacophonic bleating cuts through the pines
Dealing in deception straight from the devil’s spit
You’re busy counterfeiting and chock full of shit

Yeah you’re shaking hands now, now you’re bending minds
Now you’re mesmerizing with your cheap designs
Lip-curling trickster headed for the top
Know lotsa good folk can’t wait to see you drop

You’re going down, you’re going down