ShareThe politician’s mouth
Leaks like a rusty bowl
Yes, the politician’s mouth
Leaks like a rusty bowl
It smears the soil with words
We know are frightful-foul

His plan for the people
Is hanging on the vine
See, his plan for the people
Is hanging on the vine
It falls to the ground like rotten berries
He swears this plan is most divine

Noise in the night
Noise in the day
Hear, noise in the night
Noise in the day
They have sacrificed our peace
To their god of fray

They stab the treasury
We bleed apace
See, they stab the treasury
We bleed apace
They eat and belch like heartless gluttons
We starve and die, the forgotten race

People of our land, shine your eyes
There are many miles behind their smile
Say, people of our land, shine your eyes
There are many miles behind their smile
Beneath their proclamation of virtue
Is a cacophony of tricks, dark and vile Share