How can you tell me that this is where it's at?
When all the clowns are calling the shots
How can you sell me that this is the dream?
When all the dreamers are left out to rot
Lining of pockets
No care for how we live
Things can't stay the same
Something's gotta give

There's crisis with the heads of the tables
And they can't seem to solve them
Is it for welfare of all?
Or is it just for personal gain?
And all the pieces of chess in the middle
bear the weight of the problem
Divided opinions on who should go and who should remain

And then across the pond the king is a freak
and he's loaded with silver
Stood on an empire of gold performing his own puppet show
And while there's mongrels
they bark for the promises he's failed to deliver
The ones who oppose him stand bewildered and nowhere to go

How can you tell me that this is where it's at?
When all the clowns are calling the shots
How can you sell me that this is the dream?
When all the dreamers are left out to rot
Lining of pockets
No care for how we live
Things can't stay the same
Something's gotta give

Sick and tired of the bad news stories
Sick and tired of the crooked tories
Is there anyone out there with half a jar?
And for the many that have raised the issue
All been disposed of like discarded tissues
Don't you think maybe this time it's gone too far?

How can you tell me that this is where it's at?
When all the clowns are calling the shots
How can you sell me that this is the dream?
When all the dreamers are left out to rot
Lining of pockets
No care for how we live
Things can't stay the same
Something's gotta give