Electoral Vote
Well look at all the new ones looking for a dance
they're hiding on the network looking for romance
Half of them have boy friends, some of them have wives
all of them complaining about their lonely lives
Now don't misunderstand me, I've often fell in line
but I get tired of dancing and playing all the time
I'm so tired to prove that I am not a jerk
while all the time inside of me, there's a monster on the lurk
I think that's true in all of us but we try to hide it all
the doctors have a medicine for all the things it's called
We simply must be perfect, we never are to blame
I think it's just the world we're in where little stays the same.
If you should point your finger, is it reflection that you see
maybe what your looking at is just as bad as me
I say don't even trip it, were all just struggling to survive
we all just do the best we can to help us stay alive
can someone give me real and stimulate my mind
I'm tired of circle jerking to the same old bump and grind
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