He came from nowhere; no body knew him from Joe   He conquers a few with his stare, but the rest of us hate the show   A macho man in his domain, burns his bridges and he's the one to blame      Chorus      Smooth talker, big walker, you've got nothing to say   A few may join your crew, but I see your poor display   Stop forcing lines and faking good times   Go back to where you belong      You reek of poor intent, your soul just ain't real   Telling some that you repent, the rest of us know the deal   If your life is a positive force, steer clear this demon and his source      Time will always tell, if you waste your precious life   You'll end up in a self made hell, sparking trouble and causing strife    Avoid his false domain because this mans ways are insane      Chorus