Loud Song

There's a man, likes to talk
While he's holding the hand that will take all you got

And its the liar's truth; oh how they make good entertainers
While the lady's blind, money talks and he's got her favor
Cause he's a fleecer oh, crook wrapped 'round his finger
And he gon' herd them on, right on up to the show

And its a shame

Watching, waiting while the fools have got the floor
It's the price we're paying for this American show

Take it

Sycophants prop him up
Coattail riders, who've resigned to reaching for what shines
Profit off the ruse - its what you, what you do
Stay in line - daresay its all you ever knew
Watch them leap from that boat when it comes crashing
Thought saving face was enough for them
The pied piper just knows the faintest flame would catch fire
Ah do it yeah

I'll keep on
Watching, waiting while the fools have got the floor
It's the price we're paying for this American show