Guess who I'm talking about and it's not a magician
What they do or what they say doesn’t matter anyway
The truth's the truth that’s no lie
Sometime you have to leave it to the man in the sky
You will win either way if you take the high road
What’s right is right and that’s a fact although facts are funny things
A twist a turn some magic dust and the fact don’t seem the same
But turn it back and look the facts are still the facts
It is not magic just allusion the tricks will be revealed
The magician is just but a man whose job it is to trick the fans
A hidden curtain small trap door
But the fact don’t disappear they are still right in front of you
Just hidden beneath the floor
Just look real hard and listen close because what’s right is there.
So what they do and what they say doesn’t matter anyway
The magic all but disappears when you know the truths the truth