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Dan Steven: Music

Politician

(Dan Steven)
2000
Dan Steven
Writtten while walking down a Chatham, ON, street, going to Sandra Bosveld's house. Age 17
Politician

Politician, politician, why do you lie to me
Tell me, why is all the money so blood red
Politician, politician, do you cry like me
Do the waves come rolling through your head
Do the waves ever come rolling through your head

Mr. Mortician, Oh Mortician, do you wait for me
Mr. Mortician, has my time gone by so soon
Rich physician, rich physician, can you cure me please
because I think that I'm contracting their disease
I think that I'm contracting their disease

Street musician, street musician, can you play for me
because these headaches from the traffic are unbearable
Street musician on your mission, lost in poverty
tell me how much have you really seen
tell me how much have your eyes really seen

Politician, politician, why do you lie to me
Why’d you send my cousin Francis off to war
Politician, politician, do you cry like me
Ever wonder why it can't be more
Do you ever wonder why it can't be more