And the candidate bends his head
Tied to no one
And he hears that the masses dread
Sight from someone
Pointing to battles pitched in the street
Directing the charge in their cause
Fighting the foes that they think are their friends
Fighting the system they can't see as jail
Fighting the fact they can't win
And the candidate bends his stand
And he stoops to the center stream
Drinks the pollution it poisons his brain
Forgets that he wants to do more
Paying the price for an office of shame
Paying the dues of a man without strength
They know he can't win