Politics

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Politics, holy tricks, pick your clique

Somebody’s got the itch to be the next big wig

Ditch on both sides, nobody wants the middle

Might get caught in the crossfire of the holy blazin’ pistols

Chewed up, spit out, left feelin’ little

People on the sideline, moms and dads and children dyin’

We can’t hear the sound of their crying

Over the sound of the preachers fighting

’Bout the reason for their mean-hearted rhetoric

Holy missiles flying

Everybody’s got a revelation

Mostly to promote their own elevation

Don’t think they won’t use you

Convictions and religion

But not much biblical truth

Yeah, everybody’s got a revelation

Mostly to promote their own elevation

Don’t think they won’t use you

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Your heart bleeding means their heart’s beating

To the sound of a selfish drum

Pounding out a rhythm of a song not yet sung

If your misery paints their masterpiece

They’ll give that brush a plunge

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Everybody’s got a revelation

Mostly to promote their own elevation

Don’t think they won’t use you