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I'm so tired of these mortal men |
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with their hands on their wallets and their hearts full of sin |
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scared of their enemies, scared of their friends |
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and always running for re-election |
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so come to DC if it be thy will |
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because we've never had a savior on Capitol Hill |
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you can always trust the devil or a politician |
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to be the devil or a politician |
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but beyond that friends you'd best beware |
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'cause at the Pentagon bar they're an inseparable pair |
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and as long as the lobbyists are paying their bills |
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we'll never have a savior on Capitol Hill |
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(Bridge) |
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all of our problems gonna disappear |
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when we can whisper right in that President's ear |
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he could walk right across the reflection pool |
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in his combat boots and ten thousand dollar suit |
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you can render unto Caesar everything that's his |
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you can trust in his power to come to your defense |
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it's the way of the world, the way of the gun |
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it's the trading of an evil for a lesser one |
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so don't hold your breath or your vote until |
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you think you've finally found a savior up on Capitol Hill |