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Politician's Dance
by The Rain
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The devil is an English man|he wears bowties and hipster pants|He hides out in the south of France |watchin all his politicians dance|America is none the wiser| distractions work like sun visors|Kids like me do what their told| by folks who don't even know||Strings and wood |Strings and wood|Keep you eyes closed it's understood|It's all about the strings and wood||The children of the broken men|They wear hand me downs from a foreign land |we close our eyes never even glance|as leaders fail to make a stand|The world looks out with blinders on| mailboxes filled by amazon |While kids like me do what we're told |greed and lust fill empty holes||Behind us stand the puppeteers|They guide us with their strings and wood|Blindly we do as we're told |with broken steps and lies we fold|Wake up the few and mighty, Scream!|To break our ties and find our dreams|While kids like me barely hear a sound|As the matinee crashes to the ground
The devil is an English man|he wears bowties and hipster pants|He hides out in the south of France |watchin all his politicians dance|America is none the wiser| distractions work like sun visors|Kids like me do what their told| by folks who don't even know||Strings and wood |Strings and wood|Keep you eyes closed it's understood|It's all about the strings and wood||The children of the broken men|They wear hand me downs from a foreign land |we close our eyes never even glance|as leaders fail to make a stand|The world looks out with blinders on| mailboxes filled by amazon |While kids like me do what we're told |greed and lust fill empty holes||Behind us stand the puppeteers|They guide us with their strings and wood|Blindly we do as we're told |with broken steps and lies we fold|Wake up the few and mighty, Scream!|To break our ties and find our dreams|While kids like me barely hear a sound|As the matinee crashes to the ground
