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"Small Men" | Mikky & The Doom - Live at Empire Garage in Austin, TX 02/08/25
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MIKKY & THE DOOM
MIKKY & THE DOOM
Instrumental Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob David Bunton
Jacob David Bunton
Composer
Marijke Arlyse Hermina Boers
Marijke Arlyse Hermina Boers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob David Bunton
Jacob David Bunton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Small men don’t work they just talk
Small men they can’t walk the walk
Small men just do what they do
Small men don’t sweat, they start a coup
Step in the shit that you talk
Trip on the lines that you cross
Keep the rats stuck in your glue
Fuck ‘em all for choosing you
Small man could barely reach a bar so low
Did your ego get so big that you just had to let it go?
You’re a small man pinned yourself up on a cross
Preach your poison to the masses
We’re all mourning for your loss
Did you think that I’m a sucker?
I know better mother fucker
Tell the world that I’m the villain
but it’s not me that your killin’
Friends with corpses in your closet
Ripping holes in all your pockets
I will be your judgment day
Got time to kill so start to pray
Your claim to fame is that you lost this
Hang your dreams on double crosses
Small men don’t work they just talk
Small men they can’t walk the walk
Small men just do what they do
Small men don’t sweat
They start a coup
Want me to pay for your sins?
Pay and take a sunday punch
Limp dick jesus count your blessings
You didn’t even pay for lunch
Sorry princess, did I wake you?
Did I take you from your nap?
If you’re gonna ride my coattails
Could you atleast hold up the map?
Did you think that I’m a sucker?
I know better mother fucker
Tell the world that I’m the villain
but it’s not me that your killin’
Friends with corpses in your closet
Ripping holes in all your pockets
I will be your judgment day got time to kill so start to pray
Your claim to fame is that you lost this
Hang your dreams on double crosses
Small men don’t work they just talk
Small men they can’t walk the walk
Small men just do what they do
Small men don’t sweat, they start a coup
Step in the shit that you talk
Trip on the lines that you cross
Keep the rats stuck in your glue
Fuck ‘em all for choosing you
Written by: Jacob David Bunton, Marijke Arlyse Hermina Boers

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