They say he's a good talker Smiling glad hander Confident door knocker And he will get his way today And you are behind the scenes In the bowels of machines And he is the face of things And he will get his way today It's a symbiotic thing You'd have to dry swampy palms to make a deal And you don't really want it that way Or so he tells you You are the engineer You are the scientist And he is the face of this And this is what you want, isn't it? And now you don't have to try You've been infantalized Out of the public eye And this is what you want, isn't it? As their expectations wane And you shimmer like hot concrete in the sun And it seems that you never could change That's when you have to I say you have to And you say nothing