MUSIC FOR SALE

He talks tough while sitting at a desk
Always someone else to do his dirty work
He'll take credit if everything turns out well
Throw someone under a bus if it all goes to hell

He's no warrior
He's a flame thrower
They'll sing like a choir
While the world's on fire

Everyone he claims as a friend is one phone call away
He will punish them if they don't do what he says
His followers will go on TV say that he's the best
If they say anything less they failed his test


He's no warrior
He's a flame thrower
They'll sing like a choir
While the world's on fire

His faithful followers praise his name
His every word is truth to them even when he lies
They donate money to him even when in debt
To them he's a hero a savior in their eyes

He's no warrior
He's a flame thrower
They'll sing like a choir
While the worlds on fire
He's no warrior
He's a flame thrower
They'll sing like a choir
While the world's on fire