They dress in suits pretending well
Smile so wide, can't you tell?
They'll shake your hand without the gloves
But it's the power that they love
Representatives to our Jim Malone
Back around the empty crowd
Behind closed doors, they ink their deals
Future shaped on paper wheels
In the light,
they stand so tall In the dark,
you hear them crawl
They'll act as our democracy stage Turning a new but ancient page
They move the puppets left and right
While we win shouts by the fire
Representatives talking loud Back around the empty crowd
Flowers chased down a metal stick
Selling dreams with magic tricks
When the cameras start
to roll Who's really in control?
Shadows whisper secrets deep
Into the crowd's subconscious sleep
When the cameras start to roll
Who's really in control?
Shadows whisper secrets deep
Into the crowd's subconscious sleep