There are killers on the loose This might not be our finest hour There are killers on the loose In the corridors of power Yeah they came round here before Just a stone's throw from my door I might have wished to put a spell on them But that would just be fool's talk That would just be fool's talk At the country club they sip their wine I heard that it tastes good The fairway's smooth Yeah, it's running just fine Watered in blood But we got the deal done We got the deal done We got the deal done This is real real Realpolitik son Real real Realpolitik son So don't lecture me about the wasted lives Don't come at me for all the lies I do what I do And I get it right What you never heard of compromise I got the deal done I got the deal done I got the deal done This is real real Realpolitik son Real real Realpolitik son