An internal key-man Compromises begrudgingly Assumes the power he wields Rolls out publicly Like a boulder in the river that the passers should evade Sets the line of his importance, there's decisions to be made High pressure to the head and pockets full of urine Underpin his entitlement and sense of fulfilment It's the glory of control, you see For what I can't fight I know is going to crucify me Endorphins release with a snap of the fingers In his office he prospers, but his home unhinges Imperious ears defy others' thoughts A high-handed way leaves admirers distraught Demands must be met, priority, he must get For his importance stands tall above the rest It stands tall High above the rest It's the glory of control, you see For what I can't fight I know is going to crucify me It's the glory of control, you see For what I can't fight I know is going to crucify me It's the glory of control, you see For what I can't fight I know is going to crucify me It's the glory of control, you see For what I can't fight I know is going to crucify me