The eleventh hour

You can't seperate life from fiction
your pondering you deem conviction
no choice but to question why
and you the prophet of the insubstantial
a wick can't burn without its candle
no choice but to question why
your social groups so anti-social
but all points made have to be focal
no choice but to question why
and you come recommending dosage
but please spare me the prognosis
no choice but to question why

The pisspoor dramatist is here
the autocue's jumping but his voice is clear
and he fills his chest then he spills his bile
here's to posterity without the style
and he's still waltzing as the music's stopped
this is pantomime with the background chopped
and he begs accolades with absolute power

Sanctions equal deprivation
military escalation
no choice but to question why
corporates before health
and welfare and further education
just too far
no choice but to question why
shackled as the divide grows
how can we reap when we can't sow?
no choice but to question why
now turn your hand to world policing
global fleecing's corrupt

Brought to you straight
from the land of good teeth and bad irony
The pisspoor dramatist is here
the autocue's jumping but his voice is clear
and he fills his chest then he spills his bile
here's to posterity without the style
and he's still waltzing as the music's stopped
this is pantomime with the background chopped
and as he begs accolades with absolute power
he takes us past the 11th hour

This is your hour
this is your 11th hour.