Del Amitri A Grimace Not A Smile
All the shakers and the movers They are queuing up to climb The clean white steps to the furher Of our disinfected times
He's a Christian and a groover, He's the silk out off the slides He is little empire hoover Of those willing little minds And look their lips are mimicking his sales-pitch style That's a grimace not a smile
So the road to hope is open We can all be satisfied That the dream that's lying broken Can now just be denied There's a spirit in the country There's a face to fit that pride And the mandarins aren't moping They are grinning at his side Yeah, look their lips are mimicking that home spun style That's a grimace not a smile
Wish I could place this Bittersweet taste I get each time Those grinning faces Reveal a trace of what's hiding behind Those masks of mediocrity they've been wearing all the while Is a grimace not a smile
