I can see you've got things well in hand You seem to think this is your promised land No parade without a tip of your hat If the people cry -- you give them what they ask Both good and bad -- and as the sky turns black
CHORUS: What's a little tyranny to you? When all you need to do -- is come to me So what -- what's a little tyranny
Now the plan begins to take some form I could swear you had a soul before You're in command -- holding tight to your course You close your hand and promise them much more From behind your door -- they've heard it all before
CHORUS
Now it seems your luck is running down A masquerade in pieces on the ground The fear you've lost has suddenly been found They've come for you -- go to your angry crowd Hear them calling out loud You're wearing a smile through the frown