Spin

They talk to us one on one

You to him,

She to me

You pumping him up to say

Wouldn’t you be happier working

Down there,

She telling me how

Great some new and upcoming star is

When it’s all just the same game

Some puppet master pulling your strings

Her strings so you can pull his

And she can pull mine

And in the end it’s same game

Same puppet master

Only a different face

Being dumped on us

And we like sheep,

Shouldn’t look up

To see where the spin

Starts, and who is really

Being served

But to go blindly along

Ignoring the strings

You and she

Have on us

Or the strings

The spin doctor

Has on you two

Or rope around

All of our necks

That gets tightened

If we don’t

Go along

With the new

Agenda.