The Political Class

Swayin' in suits They dance on their stage Ignorin' our dreams Trapped in their cage They talk and they talk But they never hear The cries of the people The pain that's near They point fingers and play their little game But they can't see the fire The burnin' flame They're lost in their bubbles They're out of touch While we're strugglin' daily They don't care much In their ivory towers They're livin' the dream While the rest of us struggle They're pullin' the strings They say we have choices That they are not all the same Yet power corrupts them And they just play that old game We deserve better I hear that a lot But perhaps we deserve Whatever we've got By giving them power By being blue or red We're really just sayin' We're happy to be misled We deserve better I hear that a lot But perhaps we deserve Whatever we've got By giving them power By being blue or red We're really just sayin' We're happy to be misled