Silken ties and velvet threads
Greasy hands and sticky beds
Charity for sale inside
And pockets that are deep and wide
She's a picture of grace and style
He's a thug with a winning smile
High society on the town
Shaking everybody down

Don't ask what they're up to
And don't look over there
You think this is your land
So brightly unaware 
Happy stories on your TV show
And we're all in this thing together
Hide our faces
From the modern world
And we live like this forever

City swank and country life
Vicious husband, brutal wife
Big donations and hearts and prayers
And armaments and weapons fairs
She's a highly respected source
He's a fan of excessive force
Top professionals on the make
And friends and family on the take

It's our very special place
We hide away here

Don't ask what they're up to
And don't look over there
You think this is your land
So numbly unaware
Happy stories on your TV show
And we're all in this thing together
Hide our faces from the ruling class
And they live like that forever

Golden braid and jewellery
Defenders of democracy
Secret agents who kill and lie
Dirty laundry piled high and dry
She's a valued authority
He's a mess of conspiracy
Selfless servants, the good and great
And rich rewards for those who wait

Welcome to your special place
We built it all for you