To be sung to “The Leader” by the Clash.
Stolen secrets, secret whispers
Have they found the truth in the whispers?
The storm begins, scandals in motion
His downfall gains unstoppable devotion
The people demand the truth they seek, every day
The leader’s spouse in a lavish car
In secrecy, meeting power from afar
But the leader hides behind closed doors
With a mighty lash, boasting of past wars
He wears a golden mask to impress his guests
A facade of strength, a false conquest
Raises a toast to his loyal base
A taste of power and his ego’s embrace
Now a woman lets a powerful man touch her
With hush money, the vulture hovers
A fixer waits, in the shadows unseen
A trap set, to capture the obscene
So the woman lets another man invade
Amidst scandals and secrets, truth begins to fade
The corridors of power conceal the affair
A leader’s misdeeds, a nation left in despair
The people demand the truth they seek, every day
