| Oh the bright young man in the tight-buttoned suit
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| The light beams out from capped smiles to the shines
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| On their lick-spittle books
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| Oh these sharp young sparks with their fresh rosettes
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| Yeh, the artful ways that they promise the earth
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| To all suffragettes —
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| What they won’t promise we don’t know yet.
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| They say they’re build — and shaping society
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| But we know they’re just saving for their own
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| Safe home in politics
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| Anything goes: look at them run.
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| Come from every side, noses Pinocchio clean;
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| Lock in synchromesh, oil the wheels and the gears
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| Of the party machine.
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| And the final goal is a cabinet seat…
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| In the trappings of power, the presumption to speak
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| For the man in the street.
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| Once they move in, they’re in for good;
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| Yeh, once they get that bed made it’s a Safe home in politics.
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| Jobs for the boys: look at them run.
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| There’s just one thing none of us should forget:
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| A political man is just in it for the power
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| And the smell of sucess.
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| Sure, some start out as idealists —
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| Pretty soon they all cop for ideal careers and
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| A safe home in politics,
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| A cusky job in politics;
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| Look at them run.
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| The politicians fight it out on the couning tower
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| But they all agree not to rock the boat.
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| A safe home in politics
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| It’s built on your vote |