All the shakers and the movers
They are queuing up to climb
The clean white steps to the furher
Of our disinfected times
He's a Christian and a groover,
He's the silk out off the slides
He is little empire hoover
Of those willing little minds
And look their lips are mimicking his sales-pitch style
That's a grimace not a smile
So the road to hope is open
We can all be satisfied
That the dream that's lying broken
Can now just be denied
There's a spirit in the country
There's a face to fit that pride
And the mandarins aren't moping
They are grinning at his side
Yeah, look their lips are mimicking that home spun style
That's a grimace not a smile
Wish I could place this
Bittersweet taste I get each time
Those grinning faces
Reveal a trace of what's hiding behind
Those masks of mediocrity they've been wearing all the while
Is a grimace not a smile
They are queuing up to climb
The clean white steps to the furher
Of our disinfected times
He's a Christian and a groover,
He's the silk out off the slides
He is little empire hoover
Of those willing little minds
And look their lips are mimicking his sales-pitch style
That's a grimace not a smile
So the road to hope is open
We can all be satisfied
That the dream that's lying broken
Can now just be denied
There's a spirit in the country
There's a face to fit that pride
And the mandarins aren't moping
They are grinning at his side
Yeah, look their lips are mimicking that home spun style
That's a grimace not a smile
Wish I could place this
Bittersweet taste I get each time
Those grinning faces
Reveal a trace of what's hiding behind
Those masks of mediocrity they've been wearing all the while
Is a grimace not a smile