I am just a poor Troy
Though my story's often told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of steemits, such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a troll hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the webpage
Running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged suckers go
Looking for the places
Only Molly would know
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Asking only e-beggers wages
I come looking for a con
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whore someones princess on 7th avenue
I do declare she did it for free hmm hum hmm hmm hmm
There were times when I was so broke
I took some comfort there, lie la lie lie lie lie lie la lie
Lie la…
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