Dead On Arrival

Dead on arrival They speak alot Their mouths never stop talking I wonder what they have again To say now Worst of all how do they still manage To continue talking to us When their actions speak louder Than their words So is not new any more That before they get to us Is clear and obvious that their idealogy is Dead on arrival Dead on arrival They love change Always they love to change this And change that They claim to be the chosen ones The ones with the true visionary To continue changing what is at Their own interest Never for our growth This stories never end In the third world countries It keep repeating tenor after tenor Season after season Time after time They always pass the ball around And keep keeping their deciet alive At the cost of our lives At the expense of our future At the devaluation of our worth So is not new any more Of who they are before They get to us their ideologies Are already Dead on arrival