When you gonna notice how he changes his tale
Like a flag on a poll, caught in the pull, of a hurricane gale
When you gonna notice that the game is rigged
When the dealer is a cheater, your chosen leader is a greedy pig
When you gonna notice that the whole damn thing’s a mess
But you just might, feel alright, as long as somebody else has less
* How many times will you let him get away
Before you’ll see, all you’ll ever be, is a pawn in his game
How many times must the smoke fill the room
Before you get the joke, drop the yoke, of this wagon of
doom
When you gonna notice what he’s trying to do
Using you, to cut right through, the Red White and Blue
When you gonna notice that his crown ain’t real
A basic con man, with a knife in hand, making shady deals
When you gonna notice that he’s stuffing his purse
Playing a game, fanning the flame, making everything worse
