There behind the desk

A pillar of strength

A promise of gold.



With the sign of the cross

The smell of a fish

As the story unfolds.



Mr. Magnet, Mr. Repellent

He's a loser, but ya can't tell it.



There behind the mask

The pain is concealed

Charisma abides.



With a positive pull

The negative words

That you learned to despise.



As the spectacle begins

Mr. Magnet draws you in

But you never get to leave.



He can sell it

You can smell it

You can't tell it.