Same Old Politicians

INTRO — SPOKEN, THEATRICAL AND SARCASTIC

Ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to the greatest show on earth!

Where promises are free,

But everything else has a price.

Where the clowns wear suits,

The magicians control the money,

And the audience pays for the show!

WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS!

CHORUS — AGGRESSIVE CROWD CHANT

Welcome to the circus! Everybody gather round!

The kings are wearing crowns while the kingdom's falling down!

They promise us tomorrow, sell us yesterday again!

Same old politicians, just a different name!

Welcome to the circus! Watch the masters of disguise!

Selling us a paradise while feeding us their lies!

Dance, dance, dance, while the whole thing falls apart!

Welcome to the circus, where corruption is an art!

VERSE 1 — 16 BARS, HARDCORE STORYTELLING RAP

They came with empty promises and speeches full of fire,

Sold us dreams of paradise, then raised the cost of life higher.

They said the nation needed sacrifice, we gave them everything,

But sacrifice is for the poor, while the wealthy live like kings.

They build another monument, commission another road,

Take a picture at the junction, then abandon the whole code.

The hospitals are begging, classrooms leaking from the roof,

But the budget says we're progressing, who needs another proof?

They travel round the world to discuss the people's pain,

Come back with empty statements and a brand-new private plane.

The people count their pennies, trying hard to stay alive,

While the architects of poverty are celebrating five-star lives.

They tell us to be patient, they tell us to have faith,

But patience is a dangerous drug when injustice sets the pace.

And every four years, here they come to sell another dream,

Same circus, same performers, just a different costume scheme.

CHORUS

Welcome to the circus! Everybody gather round!

The kings are wearing crowns while the kingdom's falling down!

They promise us tomorrow, sell us yesterday again!

Same old politicians, just a different name!

Welcome to the circus! Watch the masters of disguise!

Selling us a paradise while feeding us their lies!

Dance, dance, dance, while the whole thing falls apart!

Welcome to the circus, where corruption is an art!

VERSE 2 — 16 BARS, RAPID-FIRE AND AGGRESSIVE

The lawmakers are fighting over who controls the cake,

The people are dividing while the powerful partake.

They establish committees, launch investigations,

Issue press releases, make elaborate declarations.

Then the whole thing disappears beneath another headline,

Another scandal, another speech, another wasted lifetime.

Religion becomes a weapon, tribalism becomes a trade,

And the people keep on fighting while the powerful get paid.

The preacher sells salvation, the politician sells a dream,

The businessman sells survival at a price beyond your means.

The media sells attention, everybody wants a piece,

And the ordinary citizen just wants a little peace.

The youth are getting restless, the graduates are unemployed,

Their ambitions getting buried, their potential destroyed.

But you cannot build a nation on deception and pretence,

And you cannot call it progress when the people pay the expense.

BRIDGE — HALF-TIME, DARK AND REFLECTIVE

How long?

How long must we pretend?

How long before the suffering ends?

A country is not somebody's private estate!

A public office is not a personal throne!

Power is borrowed!

Not owned!