He walk upon the left side
While leaning to the right
Blinded by the bright light
Where grey is black and white - no sight
He always know what to say
But does he breathe when the bright lights fade away
He used to be an acts man
He could have been a tax man
The way he did his thing - with strings
He always know when to smile
But watch him laugh when he's crying all the while
He always know where to be
But does he back off when he sees the things he see
Poisoning the air - no fair
He always know what to do
But does he think when he has to read the news
See him push, see him crawl
Watch him rise, watch him fall
The excuse says the parrot in the tree
It's what my public want to see
He always know when to lie
But will it add up with a penny on his eye
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