Motorcades

You say I get a little nasty
You say I'm just showing off
In front of the visitors
You say I'm going for cheap, cheap laughs

He's my offstage prompter
It's true, he helps me connect
With my big Napoleon
I don't know what that's about
What's that about?

We will receive you in the good room
That still smells of Pledge
Pictures of our smiling faces
Stations of the cross of teeth and puberty

She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries

Now before you start
I'm not making fun
People cry at the strangest things
Mine is the Venezuelan national anthem

So many deepest of feelings
So much emotional porn
Public declarations
Windy words that fill the sails of empty vessels

She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries

She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries

Oh, what is it that gets her?
Is it the strong arm of the state?
Little flags and outriders
Shiny gloves that part the sea of little people

Or is the getting
From A to B?
Behind tinted windows
Carry the weight of the world

But it's the least we can do
To ease your passage
Leave us in this
Blissful ignorance