All In A Day's Work
There's a prowler in the streets,
with one piercing, beautiful eye.
Doing the devil's work,
shrouded in a hood of lies.
Weaving a wicked web,
with a slick and silver tongue,
appearing everywhere at once,
leaving behind the siren songs he'd sung.
When he's finished working
left all without doubt,
debate must begin,
time for The Truth to come out.
Truth straps on his boots,
laces them up tight.
It's going to be a long day,
trying to make wrongs right.
He's used to being left out in the cold,
having doors slammed in his face.
People afraid that he might shake,
the foundations on which their faith is based.
But he's not here to take sides,
or tell you what to do.
Just give cold hard facts,
then leave the rest up to you.
Ignore him at your peril,
doing as you will,
but beware of false idols,
they charge a hefty bill...