Day after day, zoned out on The Hill
The clown with the foolish spin seems fricken mentally ill
And locally those who know her, they can see that she's just a fool
And she'll never be the answer

But the fool on The Hill, see's the thumbs going down
For the lies that she's spread, and her own thinning crowds

Fell on the way, dead to the crowds
The clown with the drowning voice not talking mentally sound
Now her party never hears her, lost the crown she appeared to take
Now this treasure seems so broken

But the fool on The Hill, see's the thumbs going down
For the lies that she's spread, and her own thinning crowds

And no party seems to like her, they can tell what she wants to do
And no, never, Green New Dealings

But the fool on The Hill, see's the thumbs going down
For the lies that she's spread, and her own thinning crowds

And she never listens to them, she knows that they're the fools
They don't like her

The fool on The Hill, see's the thumbs going down
For the lies that she's spread, and her own thinning crowds