From the album Now There's No Room
He's softly spoken - well educated.
And you've got to respect a man who's so well dressed.
Just like his stories, he knows what suits him best.
Truth to him is a garment made-to-measure.
Makes a strange textile across his back.
Though he claims it's white, others say it's black.
He's over-stitched his suit with lies.
Gathering the folds of his material schemes.
No worry seems to needle; no doubt unpicks his dreams.
It's ambitious fabric that he's weaving.
His yarns are all for power and for his profit,
Until he has the whole world lining his pocket.