He lives in a 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 his comely
his heart it bleeds
yet it`s but a mantle he has donned
Mark him only
by his deeds
for his word is not his bond
I`d love to take him
out of his room
and gently break him
I`d love to see
him
dance !
His protege 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