Grifter Robertson

You've got an irritating, fake, ingratiating smile.
From your victims you've learned to help yourself.
Every word out of your mouth is pandering, pimping lie.
Sold your soul, and live in a palatial home.

Hell waits for you, Grifter Robertson.
Jesus has nothing to do with you.
Eeww, eeww, eeww!
God you've displeased, Grifter Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who prey
Every day, every day.

Hide your plunder in a safe
Where it's only you knows
The passcode—you're not a nutcase.
But you are a thieving, scheming robber, on the air.
Stole it all—you've got to hide it from the Feds.

Cuckoo? Not you, Grifter Robertson.
Jesus has nothing to do with you.
Eeww, eeww, eeww!
God you've displeased, Grifter Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who prey
Every day, every day.

Bullshitting, so "holy," Sunday, in your studio.
Influence the candidates' debate.
Reactionaries you are touting. . .
When the voters choose,
Some actually listen to you!

It's just a con, your image is sold to
A nation that harbors many fools,
Who buy you.

On Judgment Day, Grifter Robertson,
You'll be jolted when you're led away
To Ha-Ha-Ha-Hades.