Street Sweeper Social Club - 100 Little Curses

Now you tumble and fall down your grand marble stairway
May the caviar pâté you were eating block your airway
May your manservant deliver the Heimlich, with honor
May this make you vomit on your dolce gabbana
May your wife’s worried face show her horrific expression
May you realize she’s not worried, that’s just Botox injections
May all the commotion cause you to crash the chandelier
and propel into your rear the sharp diamonds from DeBeers
May your Ferrari break down, may your chauffeur get high
And smash up your stretch rolls up on rodeo drive
Off the breaking backs of others where you got all your bucks
Till we make the revolution I just hope your life sucks

All my people in the place put your fist in the air…

100 little curses…