The crowd has now appeared in my sin-a plex Load up the reels my dear, It's time for projection It's what they want to hear, and feeds my complex My eve-ry word and fear is my confession Oh but it isn't me I swear I'd never do such thing Its those guys over there Stop at me loo-king I'm the only one who projects down a lens Lights and camera run my lips moist behind the beard, I'm not even trusted among my own friends But I swear everyone else's doing what I feared You know me i Wouldn't dream of misdeeds you know me too well There's aren't things that my beard schemes of And if I tried I know they'd tell With My soft coiled pout bubblin out my ideas, A chameleon in workin stiff camouflage I get workin hard if I hear sin in my ears & seen hem over ankle, my boys gotta barge Do I mean in there to stop it No sir my boys just boutta blow rainbow bubbles make me pop it Smokey the bear to stop smoKe shows When I see gay abandon or having fun I repeat hail Marie's like it's kingdom come We dare not raise the lacivious demon Like Damien the omen needs exorcism I wear my beard like a big moral merkin For my public image it is a must, or It says I'm on the level my conscience is clean, those wiry bristles double up As a duster