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
