Lyrics The Right - Morgan Fisher, Morgan, Tim Staffell

The Right

The blind-owl politician with his celebrated smile
Of piano keyboard ivory with each key neatly filed
Was moulded from a snapshot of someone with a grin
With just a touch of Oscar Wilde thrown in
He faces to the people from his copywriters' room
With his elocution lessons to help him call the tune
Before a deputation of wealthy businessmen
Who make him feel he has to think of them
He makes a rash decision with his full supporting cast
And turns the people’s army on those with minor parts
No waiting for the prompter — we all know where he’s been
With his silver voice wrapped round in Lincoln green
They all said it could never happen here
Though it’s possible to see it if you try
The alibi of justice is flashing everywhere
And he was always a master of disguise
But look beneath the surface to the animal within
Just another human being trying hard to fit in
And all that he can expect when all is said and done
Is only what becomes of anyone