Politics Today

Young Australians, come back to us. 

We need your voice.

We need you to pretend

that you have a choice

when it comes to who rules.

But you're surrounded by liars,

frauds and fools

and no matter who wins

you lose.

Young Americans, stand proud.

Your bodies are yours.

Never mind that they cleared the floor

with force, and the old men stood by

stood by, like this was a matter of course

'course, this was their design

and with the new laws that they made on the sly

it's only a matter of time.

Greece. Turkey. Brazil.

It's just too bitter to swallow that pill.

There's streets thousands of miles away

where men and women of the street

won't have a chance to have their say

and men walk the streets

hands red to the elbow

an army of Hannibals

and they say, we don't know,

we didn't know

we couldn't know

so toe the fucking line or die.

It makes me want to cry.

The whole world's gone rotten

and I feel ill.

Young man, young woman,

raise your heads high.

Today is the day to remember you'll die.

Vote in the lizards.

cast out the wizards,

and everything will be just fine.

The world is an engine that runs on your blood

and the blood of those you don't stand up for

the different, the women, the non-white, the poor,

and those responsible don't even understand what the machine's for?

Lost sheep,

with wolf fangs.

The fate of the world -

the whole, fucked up world -

hangs.

I wake up with knives in my head.

I wake up with sweat in my bed.

I wake up

wondering whether today will be the day 

that everything switches

and everything changes

and everything fades

and all of this will be a nightmare 

filled with men that can't follow me with steely-calm stares,

and catch me unawares in the street

in the banks

in the houses of leadership

and their soft words and proud stares won't crack like a whip

and everything will begin again

with a fucking riot.

I never wake up.