All is well in the palace of the king
Loudspeakers play and play an angelic hymn
The sky is blue and the weather is fair
As long as he looks away from the storm out there

CHORUS:
Are we to blame
Even if we try
To remove our name
from the banner that he waves in the sky?

Occam's razor has never seemed so sharp
The king says you see angels whenever he hears a harp
The devil plays one too, yeah, he plays it by ear
He whispers a tune, he's the man of the year

REPEAT CHORUS

I can't believe
The evidence he claims
For doing all these things in our name

Even the photographs don't seem to be enough
To reveal what's underneath the shining words above
Is it a clue that he laughs and he grins
While they leave bruises and purple skin?

REPEAT CHORUS
 

Words and music © 2005 Robert Loerzel
Underground Bee Music/ASCAP