It's Only Politics!

It's Only Politics!

When the whole world is chock-full of tryants,
That abuse your companions with glee—
When the future has motioned to tie you down,
As you grasp at the chains to be free—
When your life is a twelve-hour opera,
And you’re not quite sure who it depicts—
Say to yourself, oh lonely one:
It’s only po-li-tics!

When your girlfriend leaves you for your brother,
Don’t scream, don’t shout, you’ll find another!
It’s on-ly a matter of time
(and bud-get!)
When you lose your job to someone half your age,
Don’t fill yourself with rage;
You’ve only turned a page
Don’t show up with a sawed-off shot-gun!

When you think the country’s gone to pot—
And your dear ma’am is smoking some too,
When your eyes are ablaze with the new purple haze,
And you’re caught between smack, coke and glue—
When the BBC claims that the kids are all high,
And start dealing at eight just for kicks—
Tie up your arm as you shout to the sky:
“It’s only goddamn po-li-tics!”

Remember all the men and women
Who took the shit their Gods ‘ad given
And used it to help them-selves
Mr. Brown has got a bulldog’s face
Obama’s carded: “multirace!”
And yet, they carry o-o-o-n~

When you find your body quite covered,
In a suit made of eight thousand scrapes—
When your kidneys are showing themselves to the world,
And the wound unrepentantly gapes—
When the world is a sink full of lemonade,
And your life is a thumb full of nicks—
Remind yourself, my wayward friend:
It’s only po-li-tics!