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politicians, privateers and thieves
coodaygraw
all good things must come to an end	1
lifes journey is the one in mind	2
for as we live and seek our fortune	3
it seems that truth is hard to find	4

i listen to the news each day	5
shake my head and cuss	6
politicians control your kids and mine	7
and they ask us for their trust	8

i sit in my easy chair and shake my head	9
do they really think we're dumb	10
they're politicians, privateers and thieves	11
all parts of a larger sum	12

all we think of is the cost of oil	13
supplies smaller than demand	14
money is a cheap commodity	15
if your kid dies in the desert sand	16

repubs and dems and indys too	17
to me they're all the same	18
1800 kids dead and counting	19
they're just chips in a poker game	20

well we're there now, we gotta stay	21
what else are we gonna do	22
well the politicians would have more credibility	23
if they had their kids over there too	24

the service, all volunteers they say	25
they stick out their chests and boast	26
most joined for the education	27
because they had a lot less than most	28

but the politicians, their friends and the rich	29
again they get deferred	30
while our kids buy their own body armor	31
they're buying martinis, shaken ,not stirrerd	32

i sat down to write some poetic rhymes	33
but it seems i'm on a rant	34
oh, gee golly, just look at the brighter side	35
hell no, i won't, i can't	36

please forgive me if i struck a nerve	37
on someones political sway	38
i'll try to write of love and life	39
when i see a better day	40

so wave your flags and put yellow ribbons	41
on your cars and suvs	42
and listen as they boast and crow	43
how the brought saddam to his knees	44

and i'll sit here and stay pissed off	45
with my nerves on steady boil	46
and remember now, on your sunday drives	47
your cars run on blood, not oil	48
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