Empty Suit Parade by Walker G

He came in on a Tuesday with a pocketful of thunder
A silver tongue polished like a stolen spoon
He shook every hand till the fingers fell asunder
And promised us the moon by the light of the moon

He had a choir of cameras and a brass band of grinning
A tailor-made halo and a handshake machine
He said, “We’re just beginning,” though the ending was spinning
Like a nickel in a laundromat dream

Talk, talk, talk, let the chandeliers ring
Say everything twice, don’t say anything
Build a big cathedral out of smoke and applause
Then pray to the echo for forgetting the cause

He spoke of the weather, the weather of speaking
The climate of progress, the temperature of hope
He answered a question with seven new questions
And tied up the truth with a telegraph rope

He wore a red tie like a flag on a warning
His shoes had been shined by the teeth of the poor
He said, “This is history, folks, don’t be alarmed”
While history crawled underneath the door

Talk, talk, talk, let the chandeliers ring
Say everything twice, don’t say anything
Build a big cathedral out of smoke and applause
Then pray to the echo for forgetting the cause

There’s a man in the back with a hole in his pocket
Counting his blessings like bullets in rain
The politician points to a bright little future
And sells him a ticket on a runaway train

At the end of the evening, the microphones tremble
The banners come down and the janitors sweep
The speech leaves the building in a limousine whisper
But the promises stay, too expensive to keep

Now, silence is waiting in the wings with a knife
It knows every password, it’s been here all night
And the words, all dressed up in their government shoes
Go dancing in circles, but never move

Talk, talk, talk, let the chandeliers ring
Say everything twice, don’t say anything
Build a big cathedral out of smoke and applause
Then pray to the echo for forgetting the cause

So raise up your glasses to the king of the air
The emperor’s tailor is combing his hair
He’s got a mouth like a motor and a heart like a door
And a thousand new words for what words aren’t for

Talk, talk, talk till the morning turns blue
Talk, talk, talk till the words talk over you
When the last little syllable falls through the floor
He’ll be waiting outside with a thousand more

Track from the album "Sin Parade"