The Politician's Life

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

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