Every Hero

Two men shaking hands
Umbrellas open and close
The clapping teeth of a man
Who semaphores as he sings
Briefcase changes hands
Black windows roll up and close
The winking eye of a man
Who won’t disclose what he knows
Dialing «0» won’t help you find who feeds him his lines
Every hero is owned by his enemies and now you’re mine
Two snakes holding hands
The oily congress of thieves
And tip the hat of a man
To paranoia and greed
Dialing «0» won’t help you find who feeds him his lines
Every hero is owned by his enemies and now you’re mine