Politics, Politics, Politics
Politics, politics, politics
why can't we get alone
tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle
is all I hear it is so near and can kill
who suffers from this fuss
nothing but dust being thrown around
all down to the ground
moving arms and hands
wrestling throwing sand in the face
at a very high paste
violently, passionly with no end
what a great sin can't defend
splitting the country into pieces
not willing to share or do they care
what can we do to repair
to heal the wounds inflicted
politics, politics, politics.
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