Mamaaaaas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Uo To Be Po-li-ticci-annnnns.
They used to call it The Mafia. They used to call it The Mob. No matter how you look at it, It ain't your average job. There is no way their efforts, Could serve the common good. When my mom and dad were young, Their members were called Hoods. Then they became Big Business. They wear expensive suits. If you cause them any problems, They'll find you in a mail chute. They've had many different names, But still have the same old tricks. Now they're just "The Family", Their business, --- Politics.
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