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