Before the fall

You proud son-of-a-bitch,
I bet you think you’re so sly
that you could pull a bait-and-switch
and steal the sun out of the sky.

I don’t even know why
I’m listening to your pitch;
I know it’s just a lie.

You’d have to be some kind of witch
to even think to try
to pull it off, without a hitch,
and steal the sun out of the sky.