White hands
Brushing all the dust
Off their jackets
They're making such a fuss
Until they back it
Then we never hear of them again
A half had
Glass of bourbon
Sitting on the table
His daughter
Said he likes to
When he's able
Then we never hear from him again
If you want to say
That it will all be fine
You're quick with those kinds of lines
Well there are folks who work behind
The scene against what's yours and mine
White hands
Propping all the government people
Who never did
They came and went
It all meant
Who it is we hear from in the end
If you want to say
That it will all be fine
You're quick with those kinds of lines
Well there are folks who work behind
The scene against what's yours and mine