Mean mistreater, you make me cry,
You litigate around, and sue me dry.
Mean mistreater, can't you see DSC is real?
Are you satisfied, with the souls you steal?
I've tried hard to live without you, in so many ways.
I just can't help myself from thinking of you, for the rest of my days.
Lawyers at my door step, won't leave me alone.
You just can't get used to it, now that I'm on my own.
I know all about you, your odd miter too,
Your words and deeds, your Bishop zoo.
Mean mistreater, if you needed me,
I'm needin' you to set me free.
Apologies to Grand Funk Railroad.
