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Well he's fame-less when it comes to little kids
There's no telling what he really did
If he did anything at all
And he's branded here for all the world to see
The King of Pop made history
But now the mighty have to fall
You know he's not a man who has ever been
Satisfied about the world he's been living in
The plastic surgery, amusement park rides
And still he brings little boys inside
He's fame-less, Michael doesn't have a prayer
Police are searchin' for him everywhere
You know he doesn't have a chance
He gets stranger, not like all the other guys
And he won't convince them otherwise
They don't care that he can dance
You see in all his life he's never found
That sweet married bliss 'cause they wouldn't stay around
2 wives up and left him feelin' sad and blue
Tell me what's the King of Pop to do?
He has never let any of the tabloids get control of him
Cause he's worked too hard to make his life his own
Yes he made himself Neverland, and it worked so perfectly
But the warrant's out, he's gonna lose
Child molestation, sex abuse...
You know it should be easy for a man who's rich
To find a good woman that can scratch his itch
People know every song that he's ever made
But that was before that Police raid...
Put the cuffs on his hands...
He's fame-less, he don't have a chance today
But did he do it anyway?
No one's ever gonna know
He's fame-less, he's a pedophile allegedly
Watch him fade into obscurity
Michael Jackson's gotta go...
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