| I saw his face, on every channel | |
| His slogans in all the papers | |
| I heard people, repeat his words | |
| I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands | |
| I saw him making promises | |
| I heard him talk about life | |
| Coroner | |
| But I saw his fingers too | |
| They were crossed behind his back | |
| Darling...of the TV screen | |
| Manipulator...of the purse strings | |
| Master...of the spoken words | |
| Jackal...with connections | |
| Worshipped...by the masses | |
| Leader...with ulterior motives | |
| [Is neither a good offense or defense] | |
| [Get with it boys and girls] | |
| [Your house needs to be put in order too] | |
| His slate, clean as snow | |
| Covers over his dark past | |
| To be in league with workers | |
| Pictures he loved to see | |
| But I read in his eyes | |
| Promotion...reality | |
| He played his part to the end | |
| Shot...leaving a shambles |