5/17/2012, 8:43 am
Day after day,
He looks more confused
Jay Carney's foolish grin spins Barry's words still
But nobody seems to listen,
They can see that he's just a tool,
And he never gives straight answers,
He's the tool on the hill,
Sees The One going down,
And the lies in his head,
Keeps his words spinning 'round.
Well on the way,
Trying to cloud,
The man says he knows three Hilary Rosens lying perfectly loud
But nobody really hears him,
Or the sound bites he tries to make,
And he never seems to notice,
He's the tool on the hill,
Sees The One going down,
And the lies in his head,
Keeps his words spinning 'round.
And nobody seems to listen
They know what he's going to do,
And he never gives straight answers,
He's the tool on the hill,
Sees The One going down,
And the lies in his head,
Keeps his words spinning 'round.
Ooh, ooh,
Round and round and round.
And they never listen to him,
They can see he's just a tool
They just nod heads,
He's the tool on the hill,
Sees The One going down,
And the lies in his head,
Keeps his words spinning 'round.
Ooh,
Round and round and round