No Future in Our Frontman

There is no future in our frontman

There is no gracefulness to his song

There is no melody in his choir

And I refuse to sing

I refuse to sing along

There is no future in our frontman

There is no faithfulness in his words

There is no rhythm to his honky tonk

And I refuse to sing

Yes I refuse to sing

And I refuse to sing along

There is no future in our frontman at all

Star of the morning, fallen from heaven

There is no hopefulness in his dawn

There is no harmony in his Babylon

And I refuse to sing

Yes I refuse to sing

And I refuse to sing along

There is no future in our frontman at all