Romancing the Grindstone

Schnicked up at the Sprint store, dropping bills, copping minutes Filling up on bio-diesel, while my Honda's huffing gas She's such a bad van, and she's got a lotta figure So bad, she still sports an Obama sticker Remember those days, on the brink of Change? We were dancing in the streets when they announced his name But after watching politicians go back to their old Ways, it's like God man, more of the same They tricked us again, so many false hopes Was it human nature that choked or the media hoax That replaces truth with some public anecdotes About how we feel, speaking up for us common folks I don't know about you, but I never Asked to be spoken for by the fluffy news I put him in office for the bigger view, and he's Got eight years to do what the last guy didn't do Oh, you don't remember? You sure better g Or get served like the rest with short term memory Who let their news team turn their destiny Into anger, and not bother to learn the rest of things Like, who in control would want to cause unrest with things And are you mad about the past or the present things? I'm still getting over the last guy who made a mess of things Maybe it's really him who you want to burn in effigy You know the media gets paid right? To state and/or claim what it's owner wants it to say Especially nowadays, right Rupert? When your Boys get voted out of office, time for a power-play Push the public into a dour game, of Playing with our emotions and coaching our pain Unless we don't want to play Turn a loss into a gain and tell 'em not again Spare the rod, spoil the child, guess they won't learn a lot My favorite way to punish is to turn it off They can't dictate my dictum With rants and raves that pander to victims Profiteering off fear and indecision, with No answers or solutions, just sheer bitchin' So I let the chaff fall by the wayside And keep the wheat in my stash for a great ride And cast my pearls before people of the same Mind Cause when my man says it's on, it's game time We did it once, for the right reason Saw through the propaganda, and the cheatin' The sidetracks, the lies, and deceivin' And won, and seeing is believing But power itself isn't beyond treason, and Those opposed to change don't like what they're seeing So stay focused and back it with that active reason Cause since JFK it's been flack jacket season