He’s your scripted master
Without life as apprentice
But in talkshow snow
We just need wind
He’s got powder to blow
And thinks he controls
Men with handles on machines

This is the order
We all want to be chiefs
It’s all kayfabe
Above the hole, there’s only tape
Take a pencil and rewind

Dig to the outside
From the foot of this horse
On his way to be glue
I’ll meet you on the other side
Of this hammered steel shoe

Cut the anchor to move faster
Compassion’s just a poor man’s game
When your direction’s not a northern star
But acceleration to the sun

Do you see Alaska from your house now?
To travel through time with space,
Just fold the sheet!
See, voila! Just puncture it!
Shoot fish in the barrel
Of their hearts

A miracle, how now we’re in the past
And reinvented television

Cut the anchor to move faster
Compassion’s just a poor man’s game