Winger

My land is wide
My skies are blue
My goals are high
My mark is you
My hands are red
My legs are long
My word is spread
Be it right or wrong
Good luck getting me to commit
My a.k.a. is hypocrite
Rather be bullying the underfed
And treat you like you got a hole in your head
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Welcome to the land of Generica
My grass is green
My bonds are junk
My truth looks sheen
My soul's in a funk
My eyes are blind
My talk is cheap
My heart is fickle
My tax is steep
Try my McNuggets and a side of fries