Cold Shoulder
When it finally happened it was a shot to the mouth
I arrived to start the day... but the bastard locked me out
'Your services are no longer required. You're fired.
Please hand in your uniform.'
My gate pass expired.
Now I watch as my old boss goes off the rails
Makes a killing in the stock market, trades that are heartless
Careers destroyed, houses condemned, value dropped in sales
As long as his check balloons, who cares if loans are paid regardless?
His right side is off limits, where I set up my office
Curbed the worst of his instincts since I stepped up, a novice
Now his ego rides around with him, flashy suits and sex appeal
Cocaine in his brain singing 'Satan, take the wheel!'
I watch disaster from the side-lines since his brain was taken over
A vigil in the cold chill, the Good Angel on his shoulder