Motorcade - Magazine

I believe all that I read now

Night has come off the corners

Shadows flicker sweet end tame

Dancing like crazy mourners

The man with the hotdogs sells lemonade

Someone over there needs first aid

While me and the rest of the world

Await the touch of the motorcade

No one finds time to turn a blind eye

You can’t be too careful nowadays

And my friend says 'listen.

To the stupid things they’re making you say'

Here comes the motorcade

Moving so slow and hard

Like a snake in a closet

Holding sway in the boulevard

Here is your man

All faces turn unanimously

The small fry who sizzle in his veins

In all security

In the back of his car

Into the null and void he shoots

The man of the centre of the motorcade

Has learned to tie his boots

In the back of his car

In the null and void he sees

The man at the centre of the motorcade

Can choose between coffee and tea

In the boulevard — the motorcade hold sway