Voices from a

TV screen

breathing down

your neck

a man without a face

don't be surprised

my friend

he knows how

to talk

he knows how

to collect

the voices he needs

so bad



Hear him praising

the lord

whom he's always

renounced



Promise to walk along

hand in hand

with those who

pay the price

promise you'll fight

with us

last in line

beyond the barricades



Fatherly he grins

to grain

the masses' good-will

we have seen

it all before

hailed be his naive

attempt

many trust his lies

but words are cold

comfort

when election day

is past



See the glint in his

eyes dreams of dollars

and dimes



Promise to walk along

hand in hand

with those who

pay the price

promise you'll fight

with us

last in line

beyond the barricades



I'm the kind

who will pledge

my words

born to be honest

and chaste



Promise to walk along

hand in hand

with those who

pay the price

promise you'll fight

with us

last in line

beyond the barricades