And in the final daze before the war
Most of the people were still confused
And all the politicians swore they tried
Or so they lied
... then all the people said:
"Don't give us no more empty promises"
"We've had enough of them"
Right up to here ...
I work my job from 5 to 5
and I can barely scrape enough
to keep my family alive
But then half goes to you
I want to know
Where does it go?
What do you do?
Are your promises all lies?
And when elections started
It was electric in the streets
We all waited for change
But it appears...
I work my job from 5 to 5
And though I try to move ahead
I'm on a fuckin slip and slide
‘cause I send half off to you
I want to know
Before it goes
Will it improve?
Are your promises all lies?