as business men go he is a legend
surviving exile returning as king
if that sounds like moses it’s no accident
the cult of macintosh is a religion
we bow down to products that make us weep
the beauty of simplicity the shepard and his sheep
we defend all attackers with fervent zeal
in each operating system some new truth is revealedhis violent temper, his strict beliefs
his singular vision make him adored
we try our best as we make our way
through the pipeline of products we can’t afford
in his guarded temple there’s a beating drum
and it’s made of glass and of aluminum
on every surface a mysterious brew
a reflection of desire is forged anewwhen he speaks we all listen
lovers and haters
the excitement that i feel when he walks out on stage
it’s not just what he’s revealing but the way he reveals it too