Presentation of the nation
Let the people celebrate
Keep them happy in their station
Acceptance of their fate
Tell them what they wanna hear
Show them nothings working well
Keep them tanked up on the beer
They will buy what you sell
Infestation of the nation
Let the people wait
The weak the poor the taste sensation
They can’t refuse the bait
We are but mere mortals
No words can make it right
The lies and truth are at the portals
Mean nothing in a fight
Here we are we’re on the streets
The floods are taking hold
The fires on the mountainside
The winters getting cold
It’s getting hard to breathe out here
Our castles are our homes
If we sit beside a window
We can see the ancient stones
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