I am a rotten apple In a tree of juicy fruit I don't make mistakes I'm hardly ever annoyed I am beloved I'm respected and twisted I am the one But little bit frustated I am adapted From predesessors of me 'Bout to collapse My motivation's greed I'm a decent citizen I'm a decent citizen Faker, pretender, compulsive diligence I'm just an illusion of real me Taker, donator, betrayer Enviroment offers me all i need What else do i need? I have inherited commanding Sound of my voice I am a desperado Dressed in fancy suits I'm a decent citizen I'm a decent citizen