No Future In Our Frontman

There is no future in our frontman
There is no gracefulness to his song
There is no melody in his choir
And I refuse to sing
I refuse to sing along
There is no future in our frontman
There is no faithfulness in his words
There is no rhythm to his honky tonk
And I refuse to sing
Yes I refuse to sing
And I refuse to sing along
There is no future in our frontman at all
Star of the morning, fallen from heaven
There is no hopefulness in his dawn
There is no harmony in his Babylon
And I refuse to sing
Yes I refuse to sing
And I refuse to sing along
There is no future in our frontman at all