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Aug 2013
You shmucks try and politicize my life

Cause the people they have lots of strife

Spend money for the power

While it grows each passing hour.

You feed your greed
Not those in need
What is your purpose do you even breathe
Can you see
Instrumental

What can I do, what can I say?
You keep yourselves so far away I have to say

You say I vote to speak my peace
But your nonsense will not cease

To choose from two and vote for you  
Take the devil by the horns and show him what to do
Read between the lines inspite of what
Instrumental

You think the people they don’t know
Just sheep to shear and crops to grow.
Though single sheep we are indeed,
A pack of lions are in need.
I shouldn’t warn you but I will
Your time is short, so get your thrills
Your time is short, you give me chills
Your time is short, your time is short
The Lions come, Your time is short
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Jonathan Firmin
Written by
Jonathan Firmin  Boone, NC
(Boone, NC)   
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