A Game of Musical Chairs
It is a game of musical chairs
We elect them in pairs
Out with one, in with another
A father replaced by a mother
We vote for the wrong reason
We rotate faces every season
They call it democracy, supreme
Designed to bring in the cream
The metropolis must work
The County, their responsibility must not shirk
No water at home; lights on the blink
An Expressway viaduct at the front gate, they sink
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