well who could believe in a living cartoon when its pumped into your living room? they won't admit to you what the problem is with loads of smoke and trickery they hide the facts so you can't see you think they could do better than this
[Chorus] so come on you fat old men don't compromise your countrymen the red tape is wrapping slowly around your necks and listen all you beauracrats give us meat & cut the fat we're tired of paying off your rubber checks i'm not the only one who knows that politics are just a pose one thousand points of light are not enough admit that you don't have the answer the country's sick and you're the cancer you haven't helped at all by acting tough
[Chorus] the election is a running joke the candidates are a fucking hoax the sad thing about it is the joke's on us the only way it all makes sense is don't vote foe, vote against even if it made a difference