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21st Century Politikin' Blues

We’re breathin’ hot air

Talkin’ ‘bout class warfare

But the poor they don’t care

'Cause politics don’t mean nothin’

When you’re needin’ somethin’

To end your despair

 

They ain’t readin’

Intellectual half-witted bleedin’

Who go home smilin’

It don’t take much thinkin’

For you to be realizin’

The lies ain’t worth chokin’

 

When you see the same beggin’

On the dyin’ corner

You get to wonderin’

Why do they keep pleadin’

If it ain’t good or is it just somethin’

They can’t stop repeatin’?

 

It’s a thinkin’ man who knows

That even with nice clothes

You can’t sleep all that well

‘Cause he sees the endin’

Of the ******** dreamin'

He’s been trying to sell

 

What you can say

Is you really don’t know why

Except maybe you should try

Maybe the poor man is better off

‘Cause he ain’t worryin’ ‘bout pride

Or recollectin' his last lie

 

They keep pollutin’

And we keep losin’

No matter how hard your workin’

It’s an insider’s creation

And a suckers frustration

‘Cause the chads got no salvation

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Written by
mark-lecuona
American
Published
May 11, 2012
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