[VERSE 1] I walked in, laid my problem down, He flashed a smile and looked around. Said, "Don't worry, son, I'll make it right," "Give me a week, I'll win this fight." [CHORUS] Smoke and mirrors, big parade, Lots of noise and little made. Tell me, brother, tell me straight— Are they all cut from the same old slate? [VERSE 2] One month later, I came back, My case was still stuck on the rack. He said, "I'm working day and night, Your lucky break is close in sight." [INSTRUMENTAL] [Guitar Solo] [BRIDGE] One more month, I came to roar, To tell him what I came here for. But in his chair sat someone new— Same old smile, same old view. [FINAL CHORUS] Smoke and mirrors, big parade, Lots of noise and little made. Tell me, brother, tell me straight— Are they all cut from the same old slate? [OUTRO] Different face... Different name... Same old office, Same old game. Hey! Still bad!
