Sham-maker (Count Zero)

Can't keep gettin' screened by your Thought Police Can't live my life doin' as you please Can't have a voice, have a choice! Won't see your face and ever rejoice Won't shake your hand in your Rolls-a-Royce Won't catch the fleas carryin' your disease! I wore all the suits of your biologies I bore all the fruits of your theologies I cooled down the rods of your ecologies What does it take till you acknowledge these? Back to the wall, Sham-Maker! Can't fool us all, Sham-Maker! Can't beat myself to death with a wet rat Can't live my life watchin' you get fat Can't sleep, all wet from sour sweat! Won't just forget you cloaked me in debt Won't kiss your ass and that's a threat Won't lay down flat I ain't your welcome mat! I taught all the tots your tautologies I bought all your botched ideologies I sung to the gods your doxologies Well, here I come looking for apologies! Back to the wall, Sham-Maker! Can't fool us all, Sham-Maker! (He walks no walks but he talks the talks) Back to the wall, Sham-Maker! Can't fool us all, Sham-Maker!