Here comes the new pretender
A Bible in his hand
He thinks he will be happy
He thinks that life is grand
I have learned how to be grateful
For the scraps that fall from your table

Here comes the new pretender
He looks just like the old
He will get a big surprise
When he finds hell is cold
There are thosse who want to own you
Then one day they won't phone you

And in every sleepy town
You'll find heads full of dreams
Heads full of dreams

There goes the new pretender
But he won't last that long
There will be a new face
To sing the same old song
He will learn how to be grateful
For the scraps that fall from your table

Here comes the new pretender