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



CHORUS