Oh, bring your charm and smile your fat-cat grin
You wear the suit so bloody well
Oh, keep on talkin' small until you're in
It's just the essence of your spell
Thou shall not sit upon your throne
And pretend that we're all blind
Thou shall not claim to have concern
And leave the rest of us behind
No
Oh, tell me how "we're family," and "we're friends..."
I feel the knife; it's sticking in
Oh, tell me how you want me to ascend
Until you hear about my sin
Thou shall not sit upon your throne
And pretend that we're all blind
Thou shall not claim to have concern
And leave the rest of us behind
No