[Ostby, Khan] 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 ma**es' 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