G.F.PHILLIPS - A NEW SONG LYRIC

SHADOWLAND



There’s much money spent on him

To make the perfect gent, his grin,

And he likes to think his tweets

Are like the man’s voice on the street.

Then he’s got you in his lure,

How to keep his country pure,

He bangs on like on a drum:

The only natives - hear our tongue.

And his heart it dwells in shadowland (2)

Strangers come on by

And they multiply

In his shadowland (3)

Now he’ll put you to the test,

If you join him in his quest,

He’ll be there to call you mate,

You’ll be fodder he’ll create.

Well, he loves a drink or two,

Plays the chirpy chap for you;

But he’ll make you live in fear,

Tell on dancing queens and queers.

And his heart it dwells in shadowland, etc.

Oh, he wants it all, be loved,

And with help from God above

Then he’ll say where there’s success

That he’ll be forever blessed.

Now he’s on a pedestal

Like he’s at a market stall,

Tells the crowd then loud and clear

What they always want to hear.

And his heart it dwells in shadowland, etc.