The Whistleblower - Man of the Hour Lyrics

Top of the class and rarest breed,
Moneygrabber come and take your seed.
The scent of gold and chardonnay,
You recognize from a mile away.
Pearly whites, no callused hands,
He can only share a smile counting millions.
Could feed a small country the roll of a dice,
We know the country club's favourite tenor's got pipes.
Money, power,
Make way for the man of the hour.
Pinstripes, white collar,
Make no sound, don't speak, don't holler.
Bigger than Christ, a perfect being.
Crucified is the christian dream.
You're gonna eat from the garden, but sleep on the floor.
And they promise you peace but all they bring you is war.
Money, power,
Make way for the man of the hour.
Pinstripes, white collar,
Make no sound, don't speak, don't holler.
Money, power,
Make way for the man of the hour.
Pinstripes, white collar,
Make no sound, don't speak, don't holler,
And keep your back straight for the man of the Hour.
Hey
Place your bets to the wrong or the right,
Pay-per-view is leaving home tonight.
Somebody said it's a poor man's fight,
And the revolution won't be televised.
Money, power,
Make way for the man of the hour.
Pinstripes, white collar,
Make no sound, don't speak, don't holler.
Money, power,
Make way for the man of the hour.
Pinstripes, white collar,
Make no sound, don't speak, don't holler,
And keep your back straight for the man of the Hour.