Tom MacDonald, oh what a shame
Let us down, playing Shapiro's game
We loved your voice, the way you spoke
But now you're just another lapdog broke
We all believed in you, felt your pain
You connected with us, in your own lane
But something changed, you sold your soul
Now you're just another puppet on a payroll
Why did you sell out, Tom?
We expected better, thought you were strong
But you turned your back, walked away
No longer the artist we used to play