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'' Until It's Time To Go To The Polls ''
Are we living a lie?
Being forced to comply,
By those who are nothing but takers,
Breaking the law, they'll forever deny,
But it's we who support these fakers.
Rules don't apply,
When they falsify,
Their illegal wars on us,
What they do is spit in our eye,
Why don't we kick up a fuss?
On us they rely,
Without us they'd die,
But on them we don't force our views,
When they send us to war we refuse to ask why,
No wonder they think we bemuse.
To the ordinary guy,
They behave very sly,
Yet they know we won't take them to task,
Every word spoken from them is a lie,
Any awkward questions? Don't ask.
You cannot quantify,
There's an over-supply,
With our resources they are running amok,
As our feelings against them intensify,
It's time they were put in the dock.
Though they do mortify,
We cannot justify,
Why we their masters allow them to rule,
A politician you cannot purify,
Ask yourself, who is the fool.
You must never decry,
Or you'll mortify,
These really sensitive poor souls,
Their errant ways they won't modify,
' Until It's Time To Go To The Polls '
Being forced to comply,
By those who are nothing but takers,
Breaking the law, they'll forever deny,
But it's we who support these fakers.
Rules don't apply,
When they falsify,
Their illegal wars on us,
What they do is spit in our eye,
Why don't we kick up a fuss?
On us they rely,
Without us they'd die,
But on them we don't force our views,
When they send us to war we refuse to ask why,
No wonder they think we bemuse.
To the ordinary guy,
They behave very sly,
Yet they know we won't take them to task,
Every word spoken from them is a lie,
Any awkward questions? Don't ask.
You cannot quantify,
There's an over-supply,
With our resources they are running amok,
As our feelings against them intensify,
It's time they were put in the dock.
Though they do mortify,
We cannot justify,
Why we their masters allow them to rule,
A politician you cannot purify,
Ask yourself, who is the fool.
You must never decry,
Or you'll mortify,
These really sensitive poor souls,
Their errant ways they won't modify,
' Until It's Time To Go To The Polls '
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`` Until It`s Time To Go To The Polls ``
`` Until It`s Time To Go To The Polls ``
