They slap themselves on the back
Them, you know, the political hack
The brigade of what’s in it for me Joe
If you don't know, then they don't know
There's your Socialists, your Capitalists
All aspiring to be, top of the lists
Words, more words, and always more
Our poor populace they continually bore
We can do this they say, and we can do that
Pulling it all from a magicians hat
Promises plenty, to make our life better
Comes in script, from their party newsletter
They slap themselves on the back
Them, you know, the political hack
The brigade of what’s in it for me Joe
If you don't know, then they don't know
There's your Socialists, your Capitalists
All aspiring to be, top of the lists
Words, more words, and always more
Our poor populace they continually bore
We can do this they say, and we can do that
Pulling it all from a magicians hat
Promises plenty, to make our life better
Comes in script, from their party newsletter
Letterboxes full with newsletters that blame
Sure in reality, don't they all promise the same
A green way is the future, of that I am sure
Think outside the box, for a future, that’s secure
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