Seasons switching shifts And summer's next in line With a foretold song The masters on the hill Need votes and know the drill Lets heat things up The security alarm started screaming And I doubt if there's a meaning Can something here actually burn? It's only advertising The oldest form of frightening And I'm frightened of what's coming up Give it a firm name For the budget to pile high It's lesson time But they did not get theirs The annual bomb dance It's only who's on top The security alarm started screaming And I doubt if there's a meaning Can something here actually burn? It's only advertising The oldest form of frightening And I'm frightened of what's coming up A poster over breaching A fine speech without actions And it's still cold The wand is hiding somewhere Below this throne of slumber And there's just snores