The high stakes in politics
Sex, corruption and death threats
For those who walk in the corridor of power
The magic stalks leaders with weak souls
Here lie the back stabbing and the fall guys
All there are gravy trains
The wealth of the nation
When it lights up your eyes
You can’t escape with its glow
You are magnetically pulling into it
You can’t sleep thinking of its calling
The power game
The high stakes gambling
It isn’t for the weak hearted
If you haven’t got killer instincts
You shouldn’t play into its game
Now the weak players know
They are the fall guys of their desires
Corruptly infused into the cesspool
Forever get banged with its calling
The powerful leaders walk
Living the luxurious life they know
The weakling and the minnows
They fall; take the blame for it all
They are the lap dogs
Barking and dancing on the streets
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