Showing In the Scenes of Life
High time we made a stand
And shook Up
The views of the common man
And the life train
Ride from coast to coast
ANC is the party
We love the most
Could it be, could it be
Squeaky clean
And smash any
Hope of democracy
As the headline
Says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face
And mud on your shoes
One of these days
They're call it the blues
Showing in the scenes of life
I spy tears in their eyes
They look to the skies
For some kind
Of divine intervention
Food goes to waste
So nice to eat
So nice to taste
Politician grandpa
With your ideals
Have you no idea
How the majority feels
So without love
And promised land
We're fools
To the rules
Kick out the styles
Bring back the jam
The birds and the bees
My girlfriend and me in love
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2020
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