Illusion, was the fan club born at Mick’s Board
A reflection of the crook who ran it
Almost to the bands’ doom
Illusion--Sir Knight was a cheap hustler
From the old school
He pulled the bait and switch
On his board he’d start fights
He’d get his misguided minions
To do his dirty work at night
It’s like dealing with a two-faced schemer
His pockets lined with our cash were glittering
Guess what? The sleazy snake just died!
He’s alone now
With his minions
Thought he could get us
Thought we’d just get out
After all we’ve been through?
All of the drama
The sweet smell of victory
Now who’s the stranger?
He took us for granted
He traded on the name of Fleetwood Mac
Just once too often
Not for one minute
Not for anything
Would the band let you remain there
Just remember when you’re feeling haunted
That we were not scared
You’re alone now
With your minions
Why not just get out?
Leave Mick’s board, too
After what you put the fans through
All of the drama
Sweet smell of victory
Now who’s the stranger?
What we saw on this journey
We saw JT go down
We cannot pretend
That the joy will ever fall away
It’s like a party!
Ooo, the joy is never ending
We cannot pretend
That we’re not glad he's gone away.
(Repeat chorus)
La, la, la, la (Fade out)
