I'm in over my fat head
All these golden days are dead
Long time buried rise up and true
Revealing a patient hereditary line to you
You call yourself the leader of the land
But seem a pale and aimless man
Here's to karma on a bleeding plate
Here's to the million avoided promises you made
You call yourself the leader of the land
And wave the crowd an empty hand
Holding close the chosen few
Serve yourself, steal the rest and jump the queue
Reckless hinge and you're shafted
No more luck, no more laughter
One step closer to danger
Consequentially favoured
It's okay to break the rules
That a burning halo on the rubbish pile
The clock's ticking on that politicking two-faced smile
You call yourself the leader of the land
Standing fast on shifting sand
One step closer to danger
Consequentially favoured
It's okay to break the rules