Silver Tongue

What's the script
Money moves the lips
We'll show you the weather with a wave of our hand
Brought to you by our parental brand

To deliver the truth
With only one tooth
A watchdog given a pile of bones
From a master to whom he's dutifully owned

Heavy is a silver tongue
Words pushed from an iron lung
Filtered by the view
Through a lens with a broken view

Who owns the fourth estate
Behind those towering gates
Where their interest and story intertwine
To paint a backdrop within their lines

A pure stroke of a pen
Is able to cleanse
The hands of society, industry, and state
Let's get to it now before it's too late

Heavy is a silver tongue
Words pushed from an iron lung
Filtered by the view
Through a lens with a broken view

(Instrumental)

Heavy is a silver tongue
Words pushed from an iron lung
Filtered by the view
Through a lens with a broken view



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