ELECTION DAY


Well who could believe in a living cartoon
When its pumped into your living room?
They won't admit to you what the problem is
With loads of smoke and trickery
They hide the facts so you can't see
You think they could do better than this

 So come on you fat old men
 Don't compromise your countrymen

The red tape is wrapping slowly around your necks
And listen all you beauracrats
Give us meat & cut the fat
We're tired of paying off your rubber checks
I'm not the only one who knows
That politics are just a pose
One thousand points of light are not enough
Admit that you don't have the answer
The country's sick and you're the cancer
You haven't helped at all by acting tough

 So come on you fat old men
 Don't compromise your countrymen

The election is a running joke
The candidates are a fucking hoax
The sad thing about it is the joke's on us
The only way it all makes sense
Is don't vote foe, vote against
Even if it made a difference

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