I am a sales man, sell is what I do.
I can sell anything to you.
True Is my story knows the lord.
The first thing I sold, was my umbilical cord.
I was making deals before I could stand.
I got through school by being in a crappy band.
Easy it was, to get through university.
They let me pass for hiding their atrocity.
In the real world soon I was a big man.
Every corporation was my fan.
I was selling stuff across the earth.
They took my word for my goods worth.
I convinced the Indians, the Taj Mahal was mine.
I was selling to the French their own wine.
I brought half the world with my treachery .
My new product was slavery.
Weapons are what I sold to the hungry crowd.
To the market I brought the mushroom cloud.
I am not dead but I live in heaven now.
Also, I own a mansion here don’t ask me how.
I work for the devil and am protected by god.
Beyond your wit is my fraud.
In sleep sometimes I can hear my little girl.
She says I brought the hell to the world.
I whisper back to her these words,
I am a sales man sell is what I do.
I can make a deal with you too.