The little man in the dessert
eats the dust under your feet
every time you promise him something new
he squeals and let you have your way
you have him all wrapped around your finger
every time you string a grain around his neck
the little bastard licks at your feet
round and round he runs
lapping up your lies
you've done well Master.
Go rule the world
the little man's yours to die.
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