There are rules and regulations
Designed to seal our fate
Money legislates it all
And the rulers regulate
Surrounded by their riches
While here in my hometown
The well is quickly running dry
Where is that trickle down
Too blind to see the coming storm
Too deaf to hear the cries
Of a land of angry people
So tired of the lies
Campaigns always promise
And the winners always win
But there will be a reckoning
For your act, now worn so thin
A country is its people
Who are tired of all the greed
Of your endless need for power
So the people have agreed
It is time you must be going
Your time is fading fast
Victims of your arrogance
Who get their due at last
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