Secret Six - "Remote Control"

Remote Control

   Truth’s impersonal; fate and fault are one and the same
   The pretender wears a familiar name
   Shackled by familiar heritage and a shortened chain on the silver spoon
   Throwing discourse; curtains hide the sun from the shade
   A tilted smile conceals the passion played
   With all that hanging perspiration the air up there must be hard to breathe

   CHORUS
   Don’t let the cameras distract you
   Keep one eye on the bottom line
   Give yourself to building prospects, and you can pull the wool in time

   Ten years of effort, it finally lies in your hands
   A crude handshake confirms your bad command
   If doubting should invade your psyche take a cruise on the remote control
   Check your passbook; strike up the band for a song
   Balance your sense of right and move along
   Running down an airborne alley, don’t lose your footing on the clouds below

   Truth’s impersonal; fate and fault are one and the same
   The pretender shares a familiar blame
   Protected by familiar heritage, whistling an all-too-familiar tune
   Lobbing discourse; the sun guides another crusade
   A tilted smile—reality betrayed
   With all that stilted inspiration the air up there must be hard to breathe