Two dozen men standing in line, Waiting, waiting... ... .. .
Two dozen men stand in line, Waiting, waiting... ... .. . waiting for the moment.
The time to prove, No time for amenity. No time for humanity, Just two dozen men standing in line, Waiting for the persona non grata. They stand with flags,
And bottles and bells, And sneers and jeers, And the hounds of all hells, Waiting, waiting, watching to see, The persona non grata,
The persona that's me.