Can you see me?  Do you know my position?  How quick is your eye?
My job's on loan; I'm picking a bone while I'm playing a game of "I Spy"
I send my lawyers, dressed in grey pinstripes, 'til my presence is all around
My clutch is swift, my force is fearful; I parade it all over town
I live to find the truth where it may lie
Watch me try--watch me

Tension rises; Clinton's eyes wandering deeply as he bars the door
He knows the fear when I'm too near him; he's seen me angry before
The harsh, demeaning details reek as I release yet another flow
All the lurid, all the putrid facts are making for quite a show
I work to see the president get canned
I command subpoena's hand

Run for cover; oh, your freedom's in vain if you try to evade me
Don't look back; oh, your learned lawyers cannot save you 'cause I'm gonna break you
I hear him moan; I hear him rage because he feels I belong to the devil
He feels his pain; he will again until he proves that his word's on the level
No one will defeat me; no one can
I command subpoena's hand