DESCRIPTION:
Just another song for the diminutive despot.

Oh, Davey boy, the clock, the clock is ticking,
from org to org, from Flag to Gold/IntBase,
Soon we will free the clams from all your tricking,
When Karma comes to sit upon your face.
And then the truth will fin’lly come to haunt you,
The hens will roost, as thunder hails the flood,
Then you can run, but know that we will find you,
Oh, Davey boy, you know your hands are soaked in blood.

And, Davey boy, no matter where you run to,
know we will follow you until the end,
With only frozen bank accounts to fund you,
you’ll find that Jellie is your only friend.
And when we catch you, then will come your reckoning,
The truth will out, your power, un-assumed
And you can cry and cower at our heckling,
But soon we’ll lock you up inside a padded room.