I saw his face, on every channel
His slogans in all the papers
I heard people, repeat his words
I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands

I saw him making promises
I heard him talk about life
But I saw his fingers too
They were crossed behind his back

Darlingof the TV screen
Manipulatorof the purse strings
Masterof the spoken words
Jackalwith connections

Worshippedby the masses
Leaderwith ulterior motives

(All talk and no do)
(Is neither a good offense or defense)
(Get with it boys and girls)
(Your house needs to be put in order too)

His slate, clean as snow
Covers over his dark past
To be in league with workers
Pictures he loved to see

But I read in his eyes
Promotionreality
He played his part to the end
Shotleaving a shambles