Tomorrow In The Papers - The Neon Judgement

The senator sits at the Terras Hotel

Nervously drinking champagne

His sunglasses read what the newspaper tells

About his latest campaign

He’s so afraid to go out in the streets

He’s got a sword-stick hidden in his cane

People laugh and wave flags as he greets

But he knows the danger remains

The man with the black leather violin-case

Is feeding pigeons in the park

His sunglasses hide, in his eyes there’s a blaze

He’s angry and his future is dark

An hour ago he looked in the eyes

Of someone he’s planning to kill

For this kind of job you don’t have to be wise

The only thing one needs is the will

A black shiny car slowly rolls by

The crowd is happy and gay

The senator smiles, but inside he cries

It’s a role he just has to play

Victory lies at the end of the lane

In the White House he will be safe

A bullet explodes inside his brains

There goes a man, he was brave

The man with the black violin-case

Is running away in the heat

Ten thousand fingers he sees in a haze

Then finally he falls from his feet

A minute ago he looked in the eye

Of someone who didn’t know why

People wanted him to be a disguise

But he couldn’t, had to die

Tomorrow in the papers, tonight on TV

Make sure everyone can see

Tomorrow in the papers, tonight on TV

It’s the senator but it could have been me

Or you!