Life of politicians
They want the power in their hands
They don't go to earn it
They steal by dubious means
They use words to sing
The way of blues and jazz singers
They can't sing like rock stars
They are out of reach
So they sing in groups
Hiding the best as they could
Of the low keys and out of tune
They say they have sore throats
The black knight gallops away
He uses his words to beat the action
With his lance on his hands
He feels so heavy he dares not charge
So he gallops in pursuit
Of his power seemingly disappearing
Though he asks the black witch
She knows he is out of touch
The public opinion on survey
Maybe they want him to know
Let him feel the confident to declare
The general election then vote him out
Life of politicians
They want to make themselves elite
We can't let them stay too long
We have to change them
The black knight knows
He hopes the horse doesn't drop him
As he gallops to catch his rainbow
In the people's minds there are enough black spots
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