There’s a cruel rank and file during preselection time and we all hope for the right one to get in .

So they press on regardless and they visit state by state, with their scruples devoid of the mark of sin .

There’s too many pokers in the fire
when they tell you of the great job that nobody’s ever done .

So they walk tall into town wearing promises as a crown and hope that they can somehow overcome.

The long road to being nominated and stand as the chosen delegatefor him with the Whitehouse clout .

So you become one of the people or sit on the fence or you’re a rebel that can jump up and shout .

Then on the presidency road you have to walk for a while with your feet in all the muck as you go .

It’s a hard yard all right when there are so many people there who end up as rivals running the show .

So if power is what they share in their own Devils Lair its no wonder they they’ve lost their friendly smile .

Cold hearted and stern faced fork tongued and disgraced are the people on their way to the presidential mile .