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The mayor hides the rate
council hesitates
Public irate but forget the vote date
Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, raining
Everyone's protesting, boyfriend keeps
not like all of the rest.

Garbage ain't collected, women ain't
Politicians using people, they've been
The mafia's getting bigger, like in the river
And you tell me that this is where at.

Woke up this with an ache in my head
on my clothes as I spilled out of bed
Opened the window to to the news
But all I was the Establishment's Blues.

Gun sales are soaring, find life boring
Divorce the only smoking causes cancer
This system's gonna soon, to an angry young tune
And that's a concrete fact.

The pope digs population, freedom taxation
Bops are up tight, drinking at a stoplight
Miniskirt is flirting I can't stop so I'm
sells her hopeless chest.

Adultery plays the kitchen, bigot cops
The little man gets shafted, and monies drafted
by a time piece, new war in the far east.
Can you pass the test?

It's a hassle is an guess.
Well, I couldn't care less.