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