(ıntro. Sudden blitz of drums and screaming) [Intro] Paradox and… Paradox and… Oh, no, no, no, no… [Verse 1] You stood beneath the marble dome, Promised you'd protect my home. You shook my hand, you kissed the babies, Then disappeared with the lobby ladies. You talked about the common good, Said you'd do everything you should. But someone's whispering in your ear, And suddenly their cheque looks very dear. [Chorus] Paradox and… Don't sell yourself tonight. Paradox and… Don't trade your wrong for right. Paradox and… The price is going up again. You're working for the people— Just tell me which people, then. [Verse 2] They don't have to own your soul, Just buy a little bit of control. A dinner here, a donation there, A private meeting in a millionaire's lair. You say, “My conscience can't be bought.” Well, technically, perhaps it's not. They merely rent your time and vote— And somehow own the bloody boat. [Chorus] Paradox and… Don't sell yourself tonight. Paradox and… Don't dress it up as right. Paradox and… You swear you're independent men, But someone's holding your purse strings— Tell me, who's the client then? [Bridge] Oh, the donors call, And the ministers come. The cameras flash, And the favours are done. “It's not corruption!” “No, heaven forbid!” “It's merely democracy With the bidding well hid.” [Verse 3] You change the law, then change your tune, You promise sunshine, deliver the moon. You call it policy, call it reform, While someone's wallet keeps you warm. And when the voters start to complain, You blame the opposition, the press, the rain. But every four years you come back around, With another little promise and your hand held out. [Chorus] Paradox and… Don't sell yourself tonight. Paradox and… We're watching every light. Paradox and… You say you're serving us again— But if politics is prostitution, Who's the customer, then? [Final Chorus] Paradox and… The oldest game in town. Paradox and… Keep your principles down. Paradox and… The speeches all sound grand. You don't belong to anybody— Just whoever pays the band. [Outro] Paradox and… Paradox and… Don't pretend we can't see… Paradox and… Who bought the company? Paradox and… Who owns the key? Paradox and… No, no, no, no, no… Paradox and… (Outro: blitz of echoing drums and fading scream - Sudden end)
