he wants to roll in

‘The world is black and white’
There shouldn’t be any hidden corner
Hiding away showing a good face
Fooling the people as if they are fools

He went to the F1 race
Pumping his adrenalin feeling the hot breeze
Hitting the ground thinking he has made it
Dreaming in his mind thinking of his stars

The backroom guys crafting statues
Burning incense grumbling mumbo jumbo
The sleeping beauty doesn’t know
He thinks he is on the roll

When the mobs hit the street
Of his party drinking mobs cocktails
He may be too late to hide away
Something bad is coming his way