The "Class-ic" Struggle

Up in Washington

There is no ‘right’ or ‘left’

Only polished suits and greasy toupees

They tell me to be on one side or the other

When neither side, I could clearly call a brother

Sitting here, acting in civil and intelligent discourse

While sneaking off and seeking intimate intercourse

Who’s right or wrong?

Shit, I don’t know

I see only lies and deception

 But this is merely a perception

Of a fed-up Plebian declaring war on the Patricians

The debt is soaring

While C-SPAN cameramen are snoring

Shooting film of monotonous exchanges

Of 90 year old men bickering for changes

In a system they started

That has done nothing more

Than mock a republic

And fool the public

Who’s right or wrong?

Shit, I don’t know

I see only lies and deception

 But this is merely a perception

Of a fed-up Plebian declaring war on the Patricians

You call yourself politically apathetic

But you complain about Congress and how it’s pathetic

Expect things to change by talking?

You’re truly an idiot walking

Deceiving yourself, you’re a pawn of the system

Take up arms in civil disobedience

I beg you to fight this until your dying day

A Patrician world is full of Plebians anyway…

Who’s right or wrong?

Shit, I don’t know

I see only lies and deception

 But this is merely a perception

Of a fed-up Plebian declaring war on the Patricians