(Girls let me tell you what a liar will do
He`s always coming with something new
He`ll steal your heart...)
He lives in the waste
void of culture and taste
His eye on a prize beyond
his every word is in the right place
But his word is not his bond
His face is comely
his heart it bleeds
Yet it`s but a mantel
he has donned
Mark him only by his deeds
for his word is not his bond
I`d love to take him
out of this room
And gently break him
I`d love to see him dance!
His protogee deals
in confusion and fog
Of power he is fond
wheels within wheels
Like master, like dog
his word is not his bond
I`m trying to swim
but I`m caught in the shallows
And I sense that I`ve been conned
deliver him
To the gallows
his word is not his bond
His word is not his bond!