They say he's a good talker
Smiling glad hander
Confident door knocker
And he will get his way today
And you are behind the scenes
In the bowels of machines
And he is the face of things
And he will get his way today

It's a symbiotic thing
You'd have to dry swampy palms to make a deal
And you don't really want it that way
Or so he tells you

You are the engineer
You are the scientist
And he is the face of this
And this is what you want, isn't it?
And now you don't have to try
You've been infantalized
Out of the public eye
And this is what you want, isn't it?

As their expectations wane
And you shimmer like hot concrete in the sun
And it seems that you never could change
That's when you have to
I say you have to

And you say nothing