They pour the oil of human blandness
On a world they see as flat
They hand out sticks of anodyne
Be satisfied with that
They slice the fat in private
With a long serrated knife
And feast upon the losers
It’s the Politician’s Life
We have walked this path so often
It’s been torture by decree
It’s the madness on the hilltop
And the creatures in the sea
I have prayed to every god I know
That we should be set free
But here I am still waiting
For the answer to my plea
The demons blonde and bloated
Run their banner up the mast
To distract from their many lies
And dodgy dealing past
If you dare to mention anything
You’ll be the sacrifice
No-one tells the truth here
It’s the Politician’s Life
We have walked this path so often
It’s been torture by decree
It’s the madness on the hilltop
And the creatures in the sea
I have prayed to every god I know
That we should be set free
But here I am still waiting
For the answer to my plea
The screaming starving subject
Are the chorus to their song
And dying time must coincide
With another greater wrong
The cruelty of misfortune
Will be spun like tumbling dice
And lady luck is stuck inside
The Politician’s Life
We have walked this path so often
It’s been torture by decree
It’s the madness on the hilltop
And the creatures in the sea
I have prayed to every god I know
That we should be set free
But here I am still waiting
For the answer to my plea