[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 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