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I’m exhausted by the grief  And drained by this place  This place that once held promise  This world that once had values  Or perhaps it never did 
The day that a politician berates the hypocrisy that plagues their flawed program is the day that politics becomes extinct. In place of fanged teeth and outstretched claws,
When Christopher Columbus discovered the new land, he really thought it was oh-so-grand Of course, now, if he could see what it's become, he'd smile proudly at a job well done
America the Great, At least in theory. America the Great, Why are we so dreary?   America the Great, Unemployment, welfare. America the Great, No politician could truly care.  
In America, we are free To do what we wish Thus, with joy we cry And oh how we pray That freedom has not died For if she dies we are lost
Oh revered statesman, what is the cost, sir For all of your bombs, for all of your wars Can we set aside money to afford To provide a loving home to foster To shield the innocent from their monster
FUCK POLITICIANS. those consummate con-artists Engaging one is like playing  to have sex with a serpent's tongue Especially when cunning linguists always win arguments. Still, call your local publican
I feel it in your voice I sense it in your stare I taste it in your tears, a battle fought for countless years
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