giving us smoke in our eyes

 

The politicians

Giving us smoke in our eyes

As if it is like magic in the air

Causing us to forget their bad habits

The crocodiles still harping

Vote for them the voters can go to heaven

Many of the same faith may fall for the ruse

They get smoke in their eyes

They should stay and think

The crocodiles can't give them the way

They want to fool them for their votes

By the time we are all expired our lives

The Rocket can't fly

Though they want us to believe they can

Now with fuel going high

We hear them staying cool and quiet

The wolves keep howling

Even without the full moon

They want to stay relevant

Afraid nobody will remember

The East politicians

They want their MA63 fulfilled

During those decades ago

They could be sleeping in well

The politicians

Playing smoke in our eyes

They will promise heaven

Only the drama of fools grab it